words to heal a broken world
Do you remember sitting on the front stoop late at night straining our eyes to see plasmic orbs blazing far beyond the flicker of urban lamp posts?You and I would sit for hours, dreaming of what the world could be if it were ours Unfettered. …
When I allow myself presence of mind and coveted quiet, I find I fear what is to come. ~~~~~~~ A spark has found its breath, kindling culled from day-old newspaper headlines. Remain vigilant where it burns. ~~~~~~~ How will the dregs settle after they have …
When I said no and you heard yes, I watched you wet your fingers and smother the flame. Did it burn your hand like it left me cold?
I want to know you, to see the stuff of your dreams. Where do your thoughts travel when free to roam without limits? How do your ideas dance when uninhibited and certain? What do you hope to see when you lie in darkness, your …
My humility wanes as I scoff at a seminarian’s pride. This would-be Fr. Whatawaste, with his fetching smile, trim physique, and trendy facial hair disenchanted me the moment he said -Nuns should go back to the cloister where they belong. -Transgender people are like a …
I am tired. Tired of reading headlines that make me roll my eyes or cry at the state of our world where Black boys and girls have to learn how to say, “My hands are up! Don’t shoot. I have nothing in my pockets that …
