Eucharisto: Memories Of A Mortal Man

Monday, January 17, 2005

Memories Of A Mortal Man

I've just put the finishing touches on my first real short story. I posted it to my grace of saint john of the cross blog. Thought it would be fun.
see it here.
Hope you enjoy it!

3 Comments:

Unknown said...: That is awesome. Iv'e always thought that I should write a short story, but I never have time to. Keep writing, DOG. Represent.; 4:58 AM
Meiska said...: I shall read it. Also, I guess I need to apologize for not contributing to your Eucharisto Awards, sorry.; 5:49 AM
Tuesday's Child said...: You have the spirit of Dostoyevsky, it is incredibly beautiful!; 9:07 PM

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: Name: Eucharisto; Location: In The Midst of the Huddled Masses

I am one who dreams deeply, even when I don't understand. I seek hard after the truth, even though I am stumbling more than I am making progress. I live with the hope that somewhere, dreams and truth intertwine, and make sense of this life. I live mostly in darkness, but every once in a while, catch a ray of light that shines on this far country, straight from home, where I am headed. That is why I am who I am, He is who He is, and you are who you are, and all of us are walking together towards the light.

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One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich
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What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stings
Because Grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things...
Grace finds beauty in everything.

Art is the ability to convey that we are not alone. When I sit down next to you in a movie theater, we get to share each other's point of view. We become part of a collective soul.

Too late
I know it's not too late
To wrestle with this angel
Higher and higher
Don't let go
Higher and higher
Before we know
How does it end
How does it end
We're all riding on the last train
Trying to find our way home again

I believe in Christianity as I believe that the Sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.

Oh the glory that the lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning in the window
Oh the glory when he took our place
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
And he takes and he takes and he takes

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Love a man, even in his sin, for that love is a likeness of the divine love, and is the summit of love on earth.
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Monday, January 17, 2005

Memories Of A Mortal Man

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