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HOLY SILENCE
Reflections on a Journey into God
A Community Committed to
Eastern Christian Contemplation and the
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Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Aug 22, 20231 min read
Disappointing People
I am human. I sin. I disappoint people. And I hate that reality. I am human. I live. I fail me. And I hate that reality. I am human. I...
Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Apr 14, 20231 min read
Forgiven Like Peter
No doubt you had doubts Dear Fisherman and Apostle Peter. It is clear you had fear When accused by crowds, Leader of Twelve. You could...
Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Apr 9, 20231 min read
Loved Like Lazarus
When you were ill, Lazarus, Jesus said it would not end you. He transformed your misery, So the Glory of God could be revealed. Pray that...
Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Mar 20, 20231 min read
Tabernacle
A stone door opens Light fades to darkness The space is filled Veils abound. Silence deafens Heads are bent Knees weaken A Body is still....
Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Mar 14, 20232 min read
Sweet Little Judas
Awake and arise my little children. I am not here to tell you a bedtime story, I am here to tell you the truth. Awake and arise so I can...
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
May 23, 20211 min read
The Inexhaustible Cup
With head bowed, Back bent, and tired feet, I crawl to you on hands and knees. With eyes swollen, Parched mouth, and Prayer rope in hand,...
Fr. Thomas Colyandro
May 8, 20211 min read
The Life-Giving Spring
Mary, Most Holy, and Mother of my God. My model, My refuge, and My love. I seek, and With humility, I ask To approach your Life-Giving...
Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Apr 23, 20211 min read
Living or Dying Water?
Empty and loveless is the world founded by man, Built for his own edification. Angry and hopeless is the world fueled by man, Possessed...
Fr. Thomas Colyandro
Mar 23, 20211 min read
Praying in the Rain
Head bowed And hair soaked, My fingers grasp The woolen rope on my hand. Ebb of sin Flow of prayer, My mind in heart The knots move my...
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