Immaculate Perception
By Danny Oscar Rutilio What does it mean to see in the Transcendence of He who brought forth ex nihilo?For Mary’s eyesAre a windowThrough which TranscendenceEminently resoundsThe Song of Symphony…All of Being is now transfused…
Inspiring Faith and Creativity & Exploring the Arts through a Spiritual Lens
By Danny Oscar Rutilio What does it mean to see in the Transcendence of He who brought forth ex nihilo?For Mary’s eyesAre a windowThrough which TranscendenceEminently resoundsThe Song of Symphony…All of Being is now transfused…
He was waiting. He was old, and his legs hurt, and it was getting dark, but he kept waiting. And waiting. And waiting. For he knew for sure, for sure, that his King would return.…
The celebrant breaks the Body in two.The Body is broken.The celebrant is broken.The communicant is broken. Only the Word is whole: “This is My Body…” The celebrant breaks the Body in twoThat it may be…
As a child, Susan remembered. It was one of her talents, the one she was most proud of. All her tests were returned to her with perfect marks and kind comments, her mother could always…
The words burst forth on my fourth birthday, veneering outwards ever since, a voracious volcano of verbs and adjectives, like too many popcorn kernels in a tiny pot. They seemed to form from within the…
Aristotle states - “Freedom is the ability to do what one ought. To act always as ones’ desires dictate is not freedom but slavery, and slavery to a hard master. Even an animal or a…
(based on Chapter 12 of The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader) Blackness deeper than he’d ever known before blanketed the space around the ship. The terrible silence that then descended upon…
I love fairies even if they are portrayed quite differently than what folklore says about them. I can enjoy a good movie or picture no matter what. One fairy of course is the famous Tinkerbell…
Reality, imitating Imagination, conjuring Muse, affecting Beauty, conveying Painter, daubing Brush, painting Sculptor, freeing Chisel, sculpting Bard, lauding Songbird, tuning Stylus, stroking Pencil, poking Crafter, designing Author, crafting Poet, orating Pen, wielding Scribe, recording…
"Jonathan!" Mary cried and shot up, instantly clutching at her chest for the locket that was no longer there. The large room around her was completely silent, except for the rain lightly tapping against the…
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