And so we take the ragged fragments, the patches of darkness that give shape to the light; the scraps of desires unslaked or realized; the memories of spaces of blessing, of pain. And so we gather the scattered pieces the hopes we carry fractured or whole; the struggles of birthing exhausted, elated; the places of…
In the knowing, nothing now is sameness. The iridescent ordinary occupies my wonder, ah! while spice warm mystery cradles the dancing of my awe. Oh the wind borne glory of this, the unsettling elegance of love! © Kimberly M. King, Religieuses du Sacré-Cœur de Jésus
May God give wisdom and courage to those who work for peace. We pray that their efforts may be blessed, that they may bring an end to violence and solace and stability to suffering peoples. May the gift of peace permeate all troubled souls, convert all who live by violence and comfort all children who…
So may we know the hope that is not just for someday but for this day— here, now, in this moment that opens to us: hope not made of wishes but of substance, hope made of sinew and muscle and bone, hope that has breath and a beating heart, hope that will not keep quiet…