Imagine you are the architect of existence, a timeless entity lounging in the infinite expanse of your cosmic home. In the attic, a grow tent hums with potential ~ a void we’ll call “Space.” You introduce a fragment of a … Continue reading Time by Seemak M Macull | Fiction
Pip: PAROUSIA Magazine — where the fiction involves guardian angels at lethal injections and the poetry turns the human body into a call-and-response liturgy. Quite the editorial range. Mara: It is, genuinely. This episode covers prayer under pressure, spiritual resilience, … Continue reading Podcast Episode #1: Faith In Daily Life | PAROUSIA Magazine
The head says: I’m overwhelmed. My thoughts are spiraling. Logic is failing.The lungs reply: Breathe, one inhale at a time.The heart asks: How long, O Lord? Why have You forsaken me? Will You always be silent?The eyes say: My tears … Continue reading The Body by Christine Anderson | Poetry
The Treasure ChestThere is a treasure chestKept above the cloudsWhich refuses the pilferdaily stress would allowWithin this chest Clear crystals were formedCollected from tears Brought on by cruel scornLodged close to the bottomMany gold coins aboundPurified in the furnaceAimed to … Continue reading The Treasure Chest by Annette Menier | Poetry
The Sentinel’s excitement swelled so quickly that his very being was draped in a cape of blue light, lined with gold. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could just stand there and watch the nurses prep the IV bags. … Continue reading Your Guard by Patrick Garaca | Fiction
At 3:45, Luscita Huarte, hopped onto the parking lot from the steps at Blessed Sacrament Grade School. She shuddered a bit as she heard the lock click behind her. Yes, it was getting late, but Luscita was giddy because … Continue reading Luscita’s Prayer by Charles Merkel | Fiction
Many people misunderstand Christianity. They imagine it as an escape from the world, a private religion for Sundays, or a spiritual shelter for people who cannot face reality. But biblical Christianity is not about running away from the world. It … Continue reading Christianity Is Not Escaping the World—It Is Learning How to Live Faithfully Within It by Dr. Daniel J. Grace
This story I wrote, called The Christmas Quilt, was written some eight years ago when my family first moved to Indiana from our home in Williamsburg, Virginia. It is a cozy and quaint Christmas read, that brings our Savior into … Continue reading The Christmas Quilt by Leah Beaty | Creative Nonfiction
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The BattleWhere are you Father?I will not leave you nor forsake you.Do you even know what I’m going through?I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of your wrath.Iniquity was found; you strayed from my preordained path.I … Continue reading The Battle by Aaron Edward Olson | Poetry
West ComplexNightmares in my cell, layin’ on this cold cementWhite-walls in my visions, sweat pours out as I scream and ventMy flesh rises up to this devil’s entrapmentHated by the world there’s no doubt that I’m God sentHatred… ya’ hatred … Continue reading West Complex by Aaron Edward Olson | Poetry
A Love PoemBy Aaron Edward OlsonUnsearchable beauty I found in thee at lastWhat eyes cannot see how quickly you passIf not for your heart so brave and so boldI’d have lost you my treasure more precious than goldTwo hearts become … Continue reading A Love Poem By Aaron Edward Olson
Cultivate People want likes, look for hot micsBut they don’t care that what they shareIs so much more than just a score.Yeah it’s bad, could be worse.You’re a gift, not a curse.We can see and embrace you.You don’t have to … Continue reading Three Poems from Pat Bergan
Holy SpaceNot necessarily at MeccaEgypt or Jerusalemtoday’s holy placestarts in my small roomwhere I kneelin prayer and receivethe answer in my heartof how to helpmy brotherand godirectly to do itconverting anyand every placeinto an ever-expandingholy space.“And He Did Cast Himself … Continue reading “Holy Space” & “And He Did Cast Himself Into The Sea.” by Michael Shoemaker | Poetry
Painted HandsBright blue eyes find mine,clear as an open window.A silent knowing lingers:I am mother,a sanctuary.Paint-soaked hands reach for mine,a mural of joy.Red seeps into my skin.Red of autumn leaves.Red of spring strawberries.Red stitched through the flag.Red spilled in silence—a … Continue reading Painted Hands by Alexandria Leon | Poetry
CRY HOLY with perfect voicesseraphim’s “Cry Holy”as gossamer veils fadeand all creatures bowexposing the center of firethat casts no shadowas waters divideand mountains splitthe mercy of Christcrucified and piercedto reconcile usworthy to worshipHis name Dr. Roger G. Singer is a … Continue reading CRY HOLY by Dr. Roger G. Singer | Poetry
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