Neil Durso

The Universe is me

As far as my relationship with the universe . . . well, we’ve actually become very good friends. I even came to love and trust her when, in a quiet moment, I looked deeply into her eyes and realized that she, was me.

Weary

“Oh Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of the dear savior’s birth. Long lay the world in sin and error, pining, til He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices. For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.” I’ve grown weary tryingContinue reading “Weary”

Christmas isn’t too big

Sometimes it seems like I can’t grasp God’s plan, like it’s too big, too unknowably mysterious. Then I think, this time of year, of a simple baby in swaddling clothes lying atop manger hay. I’m a dad, and still drawn to babies. That’s not too big and mysterious .

Advent Prequel to Footprints

An expression how the ways of the world yield brokenness as the cellar door to The Way

Preface to poem, “Advent Prequel To Footprints”

Let yourself be the ultimate *victim* you were created to be.

Thanksgiving in hurt

“You’re going through a hard time, but you have this and that to be thankful for.” I will probably hear that a few times today, or “feel” it being said with eyes or unspoken avoidance. Both of those things are true–the hardest time of my life, and much to be thankful for. It sounds betterContinue reading “Thanksgiving in hurt”