Not wanted by God (I feel). Not wanted by man. I stand in limbo for death. Death sees me and smirks. Telling me the tyrants who persecute me have not had their way with me yet. I stand bleeding; skin torn apart and with a heart broken in so many pieces it’s hard to count. I stand tall beside my Blessed Mother Mary; yet still bleeding. What more do I give? What more do I suffer? When will my redeemer come to rescue me? My heart bleeds and my soul cries so loud that it echoes through all...

In the silence of our hearts God’s voice is the loudest, which is but a whisper. In one of these whispers, I felt it in my heart to truly...