Catholic Devotional

Every flaw is an inch progressed. Never compromising the reality of what is real, when I know what I see is only what I allow myself to envision.

When I look into the skin of a blade of grass after it has been pie-cut by a determined larvae dweller, I realize that I am one of many dissections of near misses from the never hitters in whom I have placed too much of my own stock.

When Eternity walks hand in hand with Unmerited Grace alongside this skin I am in, swimming in uncaught dreams, upstream, while using millennia of human examples of now sanctified souls – I am struck by the same all-consuming electric personification as that into the Shroud of Turin…

He told me to walk…. so, I’m going to walk.

and I am not looking back.