A Diminutive Measure of Peace from 1972 – Now!

A Diminutive Measure of Peace from 1972 – Now! by John G. Evans © 5/1/2020 3:04:43 AM The dead recalling of bones fossilized by an angry time, 1972, and a war that was not mine. Silence has been the order of dead brain cells scandalized by the humanity factor, where silence never was for as the silence grew and matured, it became a phenomenal voice. … Continue reading A Diminutive Measure of Peace from 1972 – Now!

The Relentless State of Our Souls

The Relentless State of Our Souls by John G. Evans 4/28/2020 5:24:06 AM Through an uneasy task in seeking Christ we lie in wait ~ as the state of our souls,  in which we truly cannot hide, we witness: One’s fiery response that surely counter-reflects, and ascertains, behold one views the demons of oneself, holds true ~ embraced within the ambiguous eye. Continue reading The Relentless State of Our Souls

Mile Upon Mile of a Fossil Fueled Asphalt Road

Mile Upon Mile of a Fossil Fueled Asphalt Road by John G. Evans © 2020 Mirage upon steam-fed mirage gather distance to nowhere; that is, except within my frenzied mind of no-more tolerance. The terror strikes here. A mind mingled with stone from too many years I’d spent alone. But rhyme has no closeness here. My heart; frozen. Death but a thought away. I know, … Continue reading Mile Upon Mile of a Fossil Fueled Asphalt Road

A Suffering Tribute from the Fingerprints of God

A Suffering Tribute from the Fingerprints of God by John Evans Suffering, is it sadness? Or, is it pain? Pain, as 240 days plus measured from too many combat scenarios through forests and trees? Shell shock, or PTSD? Suffering, is it misery? Or, is it stains? Stains, from my tarnished soul walking in too many quarters and lodging to each? Guilty principles, without a moral … Continue reading A Suffering Tribute from the Fingerprints of God

A Spiritual Rest Enfolds Me

A Spiritual Rest Enfolds Me Deeply within my heart – Penance speaks. Reverently. Piously. Holy. To hear reverence. To speak piously in prayer. To feel (or know), Holiness in depth. Vision. Locution. Union. This rest emptied in Love. This rest emptied for Love. This rest emptied in Union of Love. The Father’s Will. The Son’s Love. The Spirit’s Knowing. “Nothing Real can be threatened. Nothing … Continue reading A Spiritual Rest Enfolds Me

The Kingdom of God has Always Been with Me

An Acknowledgment to Ezra Sullivan, O.P. By John Gregory Evans Poet & Observer of the Interior Life A Perspective of Ezra Sullivan’s Seek First the Kingdom: A Reply to Germain Grisez’s Account of Man’s Ultimate End They [separated souls who die in Christ] see the divine essence with an intuitive vision and even face to face, without having any mediating creature as an object of … Continue reading The Kingdom of God has Always Been with Me

A Deep, Spiritual Silence Colored a Reddish Orange

John G. Evans 2/25/2020 2:41:36 AM Alone, with nothing to shield me but the darkness. A deep, spiritual silence. Vulnerable. Nothing to hide me but the depths of an interior prayer. I am in a solitary moment of depth within myself.  Gutted so deeply I hear the voice of my heart. This imploration for a reverent holiness that led me to my angelic visitor. Presence! … Continue reading A Deep, Spiritual Silence Colored a Reddish Orange

Morning Tea brings a Rejoiceful Sound of Liberation

John G Evans c 2019 A tall glass of flavorful tea, memories of mine have always enriched me, made me stronger in the early morning, almost fall-like breeze. A few notes from I Am: The Tiny Mustard Seed: So, where is home? Home is where the dust cries in a foreign land, as we all shall come to know the bitterness of exile. And yet, … Continue reading Morning Tea brings a Rejoiceful Sound of Liberation