It is simple to look upward,
to cast devotion into the vast, silent blue,
to sing praises to a distant perfection
that demands no earthly patience.
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But the true altar is not in the clouds.
Our devotion is tethered here,
ascending no higher than the grace
we offer the person we love the least.
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“I really only love God as much as I love the person I love the least." Dorothy Day
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Archery Owl
Anchored by my twins and the beautiful chaos we share. You can sometimes find me chasing a new horizon with a backpack or just lost in a book beneath a wide-reaching oak.
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