Meditations

Amrit and chrism, two marks received in earnest years apart. On what it means to carry designations from different seasons of one life.

A lorica for a northern city I could not stay in — prayed from a long way off, across years.

On arriving at faith the long way round, receiving communion in the body you actually have, and finding you were counted all along.

Two encounters in one day — a monstrance carried through the pews, and a face on a cloth that would not stop looking back.