Author Archives: pmpersaud

Faith for today’s journey, hope in my heart, grace sufficient for my soul, these are the groundings of my morning meditation. Nicodemus was given an important insight into grounding. “No one has ascended except the one who has descended.” It … Continue reading →

In a world of miracles, beatitudes are the distinctive landmarks on the geography of the soul. Blessed living is grateful living. Gratitude is the essence of eucharist and Eucharist is an invitation into the world of grace. In the presence … Continue reading →

I awoke to the sound of rain this morning, a drenching downpour that blessed the land as it passed. There is such a difference between rain that is heard and rain that is felt. I did not feel its passing, … Continue reading →

When I hear that “the Word became flesh” what impresses itself upon me immediately is that the divine abides in the vicinity of the human. I take that as a hopeful sign, or perhaps the clearest sigh of hope. That … Continue reading →

The deaf hear, the dumb speak. The blind see. These ancient words bear images that continue to give hope. As once the spoke of a new thing coming to pass, a change in the air and in the heart, they … Continue reading →

There is so much time ahead of me that I am overwhelmed by the magnitude of the generosity of divine. I remain grateful for each new day, for a moment that opens up before me, and in opening up, discloses … Continue reading →

Even though I woke up early the morning arrived before I did. In the midst of my meditation I felt myself drawn wide, spreading with the morning light as it moved in all directions. I am like this morning, not … Continue reading →

It is quiet as I meditate. For me, Fall is a season of hope, and I am looking forward to it, yet not wanting to miss the miracles of summer that still wait to be revealed to me. Wonder uncovers … Continue reading →