Month: January 2025

Celestial Organ

In the still of night, when my thoughts turn away from the charms of this world, and my consciousness slips through the cracks, leaving worldly cares behind, and expanding out into the possibilities of the world to come, I have a desire, burning within me, and I become like a flame, golden, balanced, and dancing upon the uttermost tip of a candle. If I could be, I would be a pipe in God’s celestial organ, sounding with the angels in heavenly choruses, pure and undefiled. Holy. A silver tone. This would be me, doing my part, the Holy Spirit blowing through me, without remembrance, without affectation, or obstruction; simply the sound of creation giving itself—giving it all—to the One who made it. 

~FS

The Light of My Life

Life passes in a haze, through a cloud of forgetting.

I know not who I am; where I’m going is unclear.

And what I’ve been, I am no longer.


I loved you and touched you. I felt you and knew you.

I moved in your direction; heard your voice and I followed.

I was as newborn; and I could see clearly.

I was fresh, life bright, and lived in your reflection.

That’s what I remember; it is hard to believe, from where I now stand, groping through a persistent fog.

Yet, even from this strange, lonesome vantage, I see you are with me still; and I love you.

I carry on.

You are the light of morning, the sun that brightens every day; the gentle comfort in the shadows of evening.

You warm the depths of my darkest night.

And because of you, I have a great hope.

~FS