it is not that we flee the shadows, it is the lights that we seek that fire our imagination. the rest is fear, sometimes imagined, sometimes primal, rarely real.

the hour of reconciliation comes with the cessation of pride, even as does love and its cousin, longing

what is faith?
for those who never miss sunday mass
and for those who live for turning their heads to THAT one direction five times a day
and even for those who celebrate a new festival every new day
faith tempers purpose and sustains love
faith also steels resolve and sharpens belief
and such is the chronicle of the continuing tragedy of the travesty of it all

what cost faith?