They say there’s a zone,
but I’ve never found it.
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
The Mass is ended
The Good Shepherd
Alchemy of prayer
Bent in the pew, I
turn into lead and
fall through the floor
Window window
Our Church, this valley of tears
Corruption is the vein we mine,
risking our life to foul the air
Train seen from the bus
Where have you been?
“Around the earth,” he answered, “roaming about.”
Job 1:7
Traveler
“Discernment”
One goes one way
and another another
while I
wonder in-between
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