Mirron, come back…come back to me, before the lights behind my eyes are put out. You stood at the graveside with me before, in the years of my youth, and have kept your post there, always at the edge, always there to catch me when I fell, there to remind me what I was living for, with your gift of thistle, the harsh beauty … Continue reading A Gift of Thistle: A Braveheart Fanfic
The little ones…the little ones were in danger… Boromir, still on his knees, clutches at the dead leaves around him, his thoughts turning from his desperation to claim the Ring for his father’s kingdom to his desperation to save his smallest friends from death. He doubts that the hobbits have ever seen death by hand-to-hand combat before. Their eyes have not yet been … Continue reading The West Wind Comes Walking: A Lord of the Rings Fanfic
St. David used his power When his mother was in labor And soldiers came to slay her But hailstorms drove them back But he would not use his power To stop the warring Saxons That poured across the country To plunder and attack St. David used his power To make himself a pulpit From valley turned to hilltop That rose up from the sod But … Continue reading Dewi Sant
The painting showed the body of Christ being taken down by the cross, about to be placed in the arms of the sorrowing mother, and all at once I imagined the tears trickling down her face and the blood trickling from his heart, and it felt that everything around me dissolved in that one moment. Continue reading Christ in a Waiting Room: An Early Spring Spiritual Epiphany
I once met a fine young man Winning in his manners, honest in his speech With ideals that defied the world So broad in their scope, believing in the unseen Clinging to faith, and when that wavered, to hope, And when that wavered, to love, supreme among virtues (Could he not have shared that love with me instead of another?) We spoke of golden times … Continue reading Shalott Revisited
Darkness reigns. It penetrates. It permeates. It sings. And the man who would plug his ears to that siren’s song, that suffering scream, finds himself taking solace in the drink. He must drink it down in a single swallow, let it slither down his throat like a snake… Drop by drop, the drink dulls, dulls the memories of the blood shed yesterday, today, … Continue reading Eat of the Heart: A Harry Potter Fanfic
“What have you done? By the all the gods, what have you done to the poor girl?” “Dearest Uncle, I’ve made her a present for you! I’ve made her worthy of you! I’ve conquered her, as we will conquer her brother!” She lies as still as she can in the bed, naked, broken, shaking. There is no blanket, no coverlet, and everyone … Continue reading Broken Things: A Game of Thrones Fanfic
Tyrion entered Sansa’s chamber gingerly, not wanting to make her uneasy by his presence. He simply wanted to see if she was getting along alright. Their conversation earlier that day about her murdered family had ended with her running away to find seclusion. Perhaps, he thought, his efforts to console her had done more harm than good. But now he just wanted to … Continue reading A Kiss Goodnight: A Game of Thrones Fanfic
In order to get to heaven, is it only necessary that we be a “good person”? This is a question that has been asked, and slapped down, within Christian rhetorical circles on a regular basis. But perhaps we are too quick to do the slapping and less keen on analyzing what goodness truly means, and how moving towards the good connects to the idea of … Continue reading Good People and Paradise: Is There Salvation Outside the Church?
Is there any hope of a bridge being build between traditional religious communities on the one hand and the LGBT community on the other? I don’t believe there’s an easy answer to that question posed in Fr. James Martin’s controversial book entitled Building a Bridge. Continue reading Building a Bridge and Drawing a Line: A Way Forward for Traditional Religious and LGBT Communities
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