On the back of a rotten dream and a few following unsettled nights, I dragged just about every scriptural reference book I own out, blew off the dust, and began scratching out the following. It’s heavy but it’s worth the toil. I think. The Catholic doctrine of Purgatory has always been a scandal to the … Continue reading The Fires That Cleanse: On Purgatory, Scripture, and the Uneasy Middle
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“Drop, Drop, Slow Tears” – A Meditation in the Margins
By a hopeless penitent with a bookshelf and a leaky conscience At the opening of Elizabeth Gaskell’s Ruth, before we meet the orphaned seamstress or the soft-hearted Bensons, we are met with tears. Not sentimental ones, but slow, penitential tears - each drop a silent argument for mercy. The chosen epigraph, “Drop, drop, slow tears”, … Continue reading “Drop, Drop, Slow Tears” – A Meditation in the Margins
Oh, Kiss Me, Autumn
Autumn has arrived. Last night, plagued by restless sleep, I found myself unable to surrender to slumber. Instead, I toyed with words, letting them tumble and twist, a late-night distraction born of weary thoughts. What began as a simple exercise in the haze of sleeplessness soon transformed, and somewhere amidst that nocturnal rambling, a poem … Continue reading Oh, Kiss Me, Autumn
Sleep Brings No Joy…
For countless years, sleep has been an unrelenting adversary in my life. Each night, I find myself locked in a relentless battle against the elusive embrace of Morpheus. When sleep does finally claim me, it is rarely a sanctuary. Instead, it becomes a stage for dark and tormenting dreams, sinister and vivid, that unravel my … Continue reading Sleep Brings No Joy…
To the Land of Dreams I Run
To the land of dreams I run, When the day makes off with the sun. "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." - Matthew 11:28 There comes a time, as the last embers of daylight are swallowed by the abyss of night, when I … Continue reading To the Land of Dreams I Run
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