/Why then do we not despair?/

Anna Akhmatova’s poem: “Everything is Plundered, Betrayed, Sold” Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold, Death’s great black wing scrapes the air, Misery gnaws to the bone. Why then do we not despair? By day, from the surrounding woods, cherries blow summer into town; at night the deep transparent skies glitter with new galaxies. And the miraculousContinue reading “/Why then do we not despair?/”

When God speaks

By: Gabriela Yareliz Lately, I am not quite sure what has been wrong with me. Things are going well, don’t get me wrong, and God is always good. Sometimes though, we have a strange anguish that begins to drip into our souls until we realize later that is is completely at unrest and without peace.Continue reading “When God speaks”