Transcendence Digital Stories

A holy day comes like the breath of wind, It washes over the dry and dead bits, Stirring up what has been laid to to grow. Renewal comes...

I see you I cannot hear you, you are voiceless So I will be your voice Protect you, love you Though you are not mine You belong in this...

Our Mother’s one desire: to hold Her Son close in her arms, to her heart. But He gives Himself to me, allows me To hold Him in my mouth,...