For An Unborn Son

Head reeling, world spinning, waves crashing. Grief. You were a whisper– a shadow of what could have been. A seed–  beautiful, original, unseen. I rue the day we made you: the moments, enraptured; no hesitation or doubt. For now you are gone, and a piece of my heart– my joy–ripped out. What am I to think, or…

Obsequium – A Modern Psalm

Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also the interests of others. Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not…

Small Perfections

I recently enjoyed dinner (breakfast at night…the best!) with a friend at her college campus apartment. The kitchen was cramped—as all proper dorms are—but full of the lives of the women who share meals from its meager resources. I was honored to be a part of that particular night’s festivities: crêpes with eggs, jam, parmigiano-reggiano,…