Sunday Mornings

I like Sunday mornings
For they are quiet and calm
as we prepare to leave for Church.

We dress in clean, respectful clothing
And prepare our minds
and our spirits

For entering the chapel,
Taking our seats
And waiting for the Sacrament.

Pacific Musings

By the sea again

On a coolish, mostly cloudy afternoon

In late August.

But now the sun has won its foray 

For a moment

Maybe.

It warms my face and arms;

Feels good

As things ought to be.

My Savior is the sun to my soul.

Warming it against the cool touch

Of indifference and lassitude;

Telling me, once more

That goodness

Will surely and suddenly prevail.

And as I write,

the sullen gray surf

Continues to break

Its small waves against the sand,

First foaming, then fleeing

Over and over again.

The ocean that I love so

Never stops caressing the shore,

As Jesus never stops loving me.