Transcendence Digital Stories

Look into their eyes They have wisdom to teach us. There, the face of Christ!

Hope is the thing with feathers. - Emily Dickinson We have this hope, a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul. -Pope Francis Feathers can fly you or fail you. Anchors can ground you or drown you. So hope must be the thread woven through the unspoken desire to soar or land, to sail or harbor, to feel a longing, to hear your soul’s whisper making your heart beat faster, to be human. Nothing comes from nothing, nothing ever could. That thread of hope weaving its way forward fro

Consider the lilies, Petals white as fresh snow, Neither spinning nor toiling, Yet adorned, head to toe. Watered from above, Fed from below, Tended by their Master, Their response: to grow. Sprung for a season, Their beauty’s renowned, But half a year later, They return to the ground. How much more you? Made in God’s image; Embraced by the Son Who took on our visage. Every hair numbered, Worth more than a sparrow, Worth death on a cross, Where nail pierced marrow. You need on