The last time i wrote in this journal i had just returned from nine months in Côte d'Ivoire and started my seminary career. I was single, scared, starting something new ( Read more... )

My iCal is already filling up with things to do. Papers, tests, pages to be read, thoughts to be thought, conversations to have, struggling with God and man and myself. I must confess i am not as excited as the situation merits. I am not as eager to get going as i was two weeks ago. It is hard to say whether i am frightened, angry, or just ( Read more... )

I am giving consistent birth to unfinished fragments. My mind latches on to beauty or truth, but can do nothing to it. Can make nothing of it. I am finding myself angry at the strangest things, angry at commercials on television, at luxury dog boutiques. I find myself desperate for things i can't verbalize. I find myself praying the Psalms ( Read more... )

I am tired of life, as it is sometimes called. I do not want half-way. I do not want half-done. I want blood. I want flames. I want the sun to burn me. Somedays i cannot help but think that we are all just a bunch of whores who can't decide whether we do it for the sex or for the money and all the while just want to be loved, but don't know where ( Read more... )

The sunrise came and he was where he had been only 24 hours before: waiting helplessly for defeat. He fingered his empty weapon wondering how long it would take before the sunrise showed him to the world and death found him ( Read more... )

"More than the cherry blossoms inviting the wind to blow them away, I am wondering what to do with the remaining springtime." - Asano Naganori

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love,
luke

There is too much to say. And i'm wondering if perhaps this has come to an end.

And with that, i bid you all a fair, aDieu.

love,
luke

I do not fear the darkness
For all things done in the dark shall
One day be before all brightness

I do not fear this lonliness
For what i cry unseen shall
One day be before all sight

I do not fear the burning silence
For what i do not hear shall
One day be spoken

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love,
luke

If the intensity is blinding, do not close your eyes. Perhaps your use for them is at an end.

love,
luke

Respirate
a prayer of soft breath/find me (when the birds stop singing ( Read more... )