Choose Your Fullest Pulse

 ◊  Saint Gregory III, pray for us

Grand Sacred Angels we are,
        whether you agree or not!
Go to the Creator of You
Ask this love what your worth is
Ask the Author of existence what you are worth
The Almighty Sacred will say:
Your nature longs to be worth it
You want peace
You want stillness
Love is the blood that feeds the conscience’s stream
You want to understand so that you can love
To understand is to Love!
The Author of Love programmed you to care,
        whether or not you care to care.
You’re worth God loving you for ever, unconditionally.

— Alexis Leiva Letayf, from A Fuller Pulse

What God Says…

 ◊  Saint John Duns Scotus, pray for us

This is what God says to us from The Cross…

Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?

— The Doctor, Doctor Who, episode “Dark Water” (Season 8)

Travel the Journey

 ◊  Saint Maximilian of Theveste, pray for us

I recommended a movie to a friend.

It is not a particularly great movie, but it has a good story. A light comedy with an unusual love story within a very somber setting. Some parts are kind of different but expected considering the premise of the movie.

What really makes the movie, in my opinion, is the ending. The very last two lines make the whole movie worth it.

Out of context, the last lines are just words. But like life, you have to travel the journey to fully embrace/appreciate/accept the ending.

What do I love when I love my God?

 ◊  Saint Sabinian, pray for us

But when I love you, what do I love? It is not physical beauty nor temporal glory nor the brightness of light dear to earthly eyes, nor the sweet melodies of all kinds of songs, nor the gentle odour of flowers and ointments and perfumes, nor manna or honey, nor limbs welcoming the embraces of the flesh; it is not these I love when I love my God. Yet there is a light I love, and a food, and a kind of embrace when I love my God—a light, voice, odor, food, embrace of my inner man, where my soul is floodlit by light which space cannot contain, where there is a sound that time cannot seize, where there is a perfume which no breeze disperses, where there is a taste for food no amount of eating can lessen, and where there is a bond of union that no satiety can part. That is what I love when I love my God.

— St. Augustine, Confessions

The Riddle

 ◊  Saint Martin of Tours, pray for us

Shall I love God for causing me to be?
I was mere utterance; shall these words love me?

Yet when I caused His work to jar and stammer,
And one free subject loosened all His grammar,

I love Him that He did not in a rage
Once and forever rule me off the page,

But, thinking I might come to please Him yet,
Crossed out ‘delete’ and wrote His patient ‘stet’.

— Richard Wilbur


Stet is Latin for “Let it stand.”