Saskatoon, a Psalm by Ole Schenk

In eighth street eatshops Leaden words hiss and seal the doors. “I am not a racist, but- But. Those natives.” How long. how long – – to choke these hymns of death? How long to eat the bright paste, the acrylic lies that melt shut the mouth? Who will sing...

Laughter Came From Every Brick — Teresa of Avila

Laughter Came From Every Brick Just these two words He spoke changed my life, “Enjoy Me.” What a burden I thought I was to carry–a crucifix, as did He. Love once said to me, “I know a song. Would you like to hear it?” And laughter came...

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

Wild Geese You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You have only to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the...

The Passions by Archbishop Lazar Puhalo

Do not forget that the word “passion” means suffering, not sin. A greater part of the duty of the priest is to help heal human suffering. Sometimes, the passions lead us into sin just because of the bitterness that the passions cause. Open your heart to...