There is a House

There is a house with all the rooms filled with Momma but there is a river that separates me from this house it is a wide river a river so wide that it must be called a sea yes, a sea a sea so wide that it must be called time yes, time a time so wide that it must be...


Desire to us Was like a double death, Swift dying Of our mingled breath, Evaporation Of an unknown strange perfume In a naked Room. Langston Hughes

American Gothic

Sometimes I feel like I will never stop Just go forever Til one fine mornin’ I’m gonna reach up and grab me a handfulla stars Swing out my long lean leg And whip three hot strikes burnin’ down the heavens And look over at God and say How about that!...

Subscribe To Father Maurice's Newsletter

Join our mailing list to receive the latest news, inspirational blogs, and updates from Father Maurice

You have Successfully Subscribed!