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sink your teeth into my heart
the ecstasy of the saints, a gorgeously ineffable agony
the “ecstatic devouring love” one feels for god, almost as an angel. all-consuming.

oh god my heart
for when that emotion kicks me in the chest
the sadder, more delicate, sobbing part of the above emotion. that iridescent breaking of the heart.

the story of my heart
echoes of our system.
anything explicitly relevant to our system, in words or imagery.

my soul rejoices in the lord
the realization of unconditional love and forgiveness
the humble aching awe of a sinner just given a second chance– a profound but quiet gratitude for the infinite mercy and justice of God.

glory honor adoration
praise be to god
the golden-painted hallelujahs of angelic choirs. total, blissful, joyous praise.

stars in the night sky
a glimmer of true hope, when all around seems dark and lost
 
have mercy on me a sinner
contrition
luke 18:13. sometimes that feeling can crush you to dust.

beauty and horror
the sublimity of god– blood and sunlight, the mysterium tremendum
and then suddenlysuddenly you know that there’s a reconciliation.”

life and death
two sides of existence in this divine light
god has given, and god has taken it away, and all of it is held within His hands.

blessed are they who hunger
that awful feeling of fingertips never being quite close enough
that starving feeling I got in SLC; a too-acute awareness of the flesh’s inability to totally bridge the ultimate gap

behold the bondslave
the total sacrifice of self to the terrific will of god
the all-devouring angelic love that is willing to endure anything for the sake of the greater glory. the devotion of mary and the martyrs. “god give me strength.”

I have heard you calling in the night
who will bear my light to them? whom shall I send?
the sort of courageous, loving “i will do it, lord” feeling; answering the call to be a saint, a good man

don’t you worry child
forehead kisses from god
God as the loving Father our frightened and lost inner child needs more than anything else.

and indeed I need it
the voices I strive to follow
following the voices of angels and intuition that i hear. that effort of trust in the dark.

speak for your servant is listening
I hear you, I shall obey
the call in the night, the entreaty to walk this new path, to be a fisher of men. not necessarily frightening.

help my unbelief
the heartbreaking doubts
sometimes faith is so strange, so massive, so world-changing, that my human weakness hesitates, despite my inner conviction. this is that pain.

shaman in the psych ward
the intersection of spirituality and mental health
a tag very dear to our collective heart, as our “mental illness” brings us closer to God than we ever could have fathomed.

this body is a temple
your flesh and blood is the lord’s house too, treat it as such
the concept of the body as a manger, a tabernacle, etc. instead of a mess of flesh

tear down this temple
the fervent annihilatory desire to be shattered and rebuilt
often the shackles of the flesh are unbearable and i want to break them and run to god

gold in the fire
the alchemical trials
your blood is wine and you are clothed in light; your skin threshed wheatlike until the gold of you shines.

the ones who have taught me
aspects of god that repeatedly appeared with messages
just what it says on the tin

stellar fountains
this new, strange, wondrous life as a jewel-creature
Angelorei/ Purganiuso stuff.

deep calls unto deep
the voice of god within the abyss; a unique experience of blessed darkness
dark situations where the presence of the divine is nevertheless tangible. think of Infinitii and the Retributors.

he still walks these streets
remembering that the gospel was not a one-time affair
millennial gospel feeling; reflections of the biblical story in tangible modern times

the floating liars
don’t listen to them
warnings against those who dress as holy ones but who speak with hidden malice and no love of Christ

make my heart like yours
the pink light of the mother
positive femininity in a divine context. the sort of true affection and love a mother should have in imitation of mary

the eyes of a child
the earliest memories
references to things that defined our childhood faith– the furnace, the serpent, the chapels, etc. clear memories preferred.

tears of amber
a prophet is never accepted in his hometown
the coriubar tag, essentially.

were not our hearts burning within us
i want to live by the light of this flame
incandescent joyous love of god, the sort that is utterly humble and simple and yet ineffable all at once

eli eli lema sabachthani
god where are you
those terrifying times when god feels utterly unreachable

in the guise of certain very tiny things
his messengers are everywhere
angels appearing as non-entities, “messengers of god” hidden in life itself

Boże błogosław nasz Dom
my heritage
polish stuff!

the wound is the place where the light enters you
holy blood
all talk and images of literal blood and wounding, in a religiously devoted context

the hub of all sacred places
the sanctity of the heart
everything to do with the heart AS PART OF A PERSON, not just as an image.

we love because he first loved us
love is god and god is love
all talk of love, the truest and only love, that which is of god

and i will make you fishers of men
those who walked with him
the biblical apostles of christ.

i will not leave you as orphans
in the world but not of the world
tiny, subtle, but deeply sincere reflections of faith in the simplicity of daily life.

the way my eyes see god
some children see Him strange as they
my “personal aesthetic” of religion. glitter and lights and kitsch, but also heavy mystical symbolism.

the path of the heart warrior
the mission of internal purification
overcoming one’s own vices through personal heart-based devoted work. be a soldier of light.

flowers through concrete
healing the worst of the abuse
sexuality should be used for god’s glory too. this is our striving to illuminate it as such.

whatsoever you do to the least of my people
all our fellow human souls
discipleship in the simplest, most genuine way– love and service and prayer for the other souls in this world, all beloved of God.

the carpenter from nazareth
the everyday life of the savior
the domestic life of Jesus Christ and his family, esp. how it shows holiness in that for us too

do this in memory of me
the mystery of the Eucharist
any and all posts dealing with that most blessed and unfathomable sacrament

under the weight of the wood
lord, let me dry your tears
seeing the sufferings of the lord and aching at heart to relieve them in whatever way possible

god wrote a book
and we illustrated it
images depicting scenes from the bible, especially those that stuck with me

in spite of my littleness i can hope to be a saint
holiness consists simple in doing God’s will
the small, simple, prayerful daily efforts of every christian to grow in holiness

sometimes it causes me to tremble
i who am but dust and ashes
timor domini, the recognition of God's incomprehensible glory, and our own tiny wretchedness in comparison. the only response is to fall to our knees.
 
 

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