Author Archives: mikatsa6
pulling apart
how often i had confused your outstretched hands as a gesture of your need for me. i thought your words, your poetry, were songs my soul could sing and dare to dream again. I thought your whispered words were to … Continue reading
Allowing You
i want, Oh Lord, to allow You to guide not only my heart, but also my feet, and my hands. i want to allow You to remove from my mind every thought every word that is contrary to Your plan. … Continue reading
the beginning of forever (without you)
mere hours into an eternity of days and my soul is consumed in silence. not the rich, deep contemplative quiet where saints are formed and reared. just the quietness of ordinary days. days where thoughts fall too far back into … Continue reading
Pray Like St. Joseph
when the world’s lies spin and cloud your brain, when the truth is distorted, causing untold pain. look to St. Joseph and his silent trust, and ask the Lord to give you as much. when everything ‘Just’ seems to be … Continue reading
Rain Down
the clock ticks on…. it is almost two, a mist of rain gathers in drops….that drip… drop… dark…. puddles spread into shadows, that no one will stomp in…. splish….. splosh…. the rain stops. thick damp blankets settle on the ground … Continue reading
A Change Has Come
Perhaps, it is the whisper of the gentle breeze, embracing the tender growth of trees. Or may it be the promise of new beginnings when spring buds sprout forth meadow leaves. Perhaps it is the radiance of God’s bright sun … Continue reading
give me courage, Lord
Oh Lord, help me to not be discouraged by my own weakness. help me, Oh Lord, I beg. give me courage to walk towards You. and when the path becomes steep with rocks. help me that I may not trip … Continue reading
all that’s left
faded memories are all that is left, save for a few blurred images quickly snapped when no one was looking straight into the lense. we stood next to one another not realizing that those moments were it. our final destination, … Continue reading
Mountain Home
no longer a slave or an earthly scavenger… feasting on empty promises. filling my soul, in vain with midnight’s words of poetry and whispered dreams. No, i am moving forward toward the rising dawn. i am heading towards the hills, … Continue reading
it is these painful moments of missing that smother the heart the most. with crushing intensity the memories flood and suffocate. it is a suffering of feeling alone. abandoned. there is the desire of losing oneself in the nostalgic swim … Continue reading
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