Mar 27, 2022 | Reflections
Image: Frank DeSarro Burnt on my Soul I am twelve and a night owl. My sisters are asleep, my father is at work. I hear the murmur of voices below and know my mother is watching TV. I creep downstairs. “Go back to bed Barbara. This is not something you should watch.”...
Mar 4, 2022 | Reflections
Prayer for Ukraine You gather the children taking bits of food and blankets, having to choose within minutes what you will carry and by default all that you will lose. For some no exodus will come. Kyrie eleison. You stand armed with plowshares with grit facing the...