Brother Richard Hendrick, a Capuchin Franciscan living in Ireland, has written a touching poem about our uncertain times living with the coronavirus.
Lockdown by Brother Richard
Yes there is fear.
Yes there is isolation.
Yes there is panic buying.
Yes there is sickness.
Yes there is even death. Continue reading
If luck you chase, you have not grown
enough for happiness to stay,
not even if you get your way. Continue reading
“He is a strong male, an alpha male who doesn’t take shit from nobody,” my new student explained to me and I didn’t say much, waited for her to go on and she did. Continue reading
There’s a shriveled orange soul
in a narrow-minded hole
that won’t think of getting out
just to see what life’s about,
so it simply says “My goal
is to live inside this hole,
thus forever tightly curled
in my shriveled orange world.”
Author unknown Continue reading
Much has happened this summer, and I was desperate for some distraction, needed to see natures beauty away from my everyday routine. I didn’t feel like mingling much, wanted to be with a small group of friends who know me well. Continue reading
Now, I touched genius and it will not be forgotten. Forever it will live on my nightstand, waiting to be opened again…anywhere…anytime. Fernando Pessoa found the words to describe a searching soul like me. He must have written it for simple-complicated people like me. Perhaps it’s a manual on our souls, rather than a book?