I huddle in the corner of an old damp ruin with my red votive candle hoping the little light and warmth will show me the way. Old Church ruins are damp, cold and heavy. Sometimes I wonder if the dampness is the tears of the people who prayed in these […]
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🖤 The Dark Catholic Walks into the Darkness
The Dark Catholic walks without procession,without announcement,without applause. She does not seek the stage.She does not call herself a guide.She walks because something in her knowsthat the Light must be there too —even here.Especially here. She does not fear the ruins.She does not flinch at silence.She has walked too long […]