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HOLY SILENCE
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Eastern Christian Contemplation and the
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Fr. Thomas Colyandro
May 13, 20221 min read
Fading from the Light
The sun is setting in your eyes I can see it on your face. Your head is bowed And your back low. The brightness of your Illumination Is...


Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Jan 4, 20221 min read
The Spiritually Dead
Cacophonous and Thunderous, O World of Mine Rending and Reaping with your Screeching and Shrieking, Tending to the Flocks of your Dead...

Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Dec 12, 20211 min read
Drifting
Drifting can be floating free, at ease, falling asleep, And dreamy, too. Drifting can be wandering afar, listless, and confused. It can...


Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Nov 14, 20211 min read
Homily: Helping Neighbors, Healing Souls
Drawing from the Scriptures and the lives of Saints Cosmas and Damien, Fr. Thomas encourages us to use our God-given gifts to bring not...

Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Nov 13, 20211 min read
Suffer the Middle Thing
You are the Alpha and the Omega. I trust you are behind me I trust you are ahead of me. It's this middle thing We call life That I don't...

Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Oct 29, 20211 min read
Sound Familiar?
Society screams And people demand. I search for words And nothing is heard. But why try? There was a Word Filled with light. Given in...

Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Oct 23, 20211 min read
Paths of Dark and Light
Why do I take the man-made paths Twisted and turning With fits and stops along the way? Overgrown with brambles Created by a mind Built...

Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Jul 15, 20211 min read
This Life I Give to You
With the rising of the sun, You stretch my soul and breathe into my lungs. In the still heat of the noonday, You close my eyes and...

Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Jun 30, 20211 min read
Heal Me, O Silence
I try to understand How it is That You are So near to me? I want to know why? I want to know how? But why do I want to know? Is it so...

Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Jun 3, 20211 min read
The Divine Refuge
It is getting late and My head hangs low. It is darker now and My tears begin to flow. It is desperate all round so My hands grasp...

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