Wednesday, June 22, 2016


                                Then he said to them all: 
                                    “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves 
                                           and take up their cross daily and follow me."
                                                                                Luke 9:23

                                                         The cost of love
                                                         again collects
                                                         against the off-kilter

                                                         eons of our dense ego,
                                                         from the beginning
                                                         and now 

                                                         as we long struggle in our deficit
                                                         to love

                                                         to go against the hatred that 
                                                         coils in our every 
                                                         deep dark within,

                                                         and our resistance to meet violence
                                                         in all its guises
                                                         with the strong hand of kindness;

                                                         the taking up of our crosses;
                                                         the dangerous
                                                         consequences of love. 

1 comment:

  1. It's been a week of inner struggle against anger and hurt. Often, it has been so bitter that I despaired at my sinfulness and inability to rise above it. I asked Our Lady of Fatima, Why is it that I am struggling so much to forgive and let go? Why am I falling and rising so often?

    I think she has spoken through you, yet again....our resistance to meet violence in all its guises is the taking up of our crosses.

    And suddenly, the struggle has gentled into hope. It is still there, but because of Torpor, I now know my battle is a prayer.