Allison Wopata

Thin places: Where you can nearly see through the veil between alive, breathing, and absent from flesh— is anything so sacred? When...

The older I get, the more I've reflected on my spiritual upbringing and the people who have shaped my story. In the last few years...

"The 'agnosticism of inattention'... does not consist in the denial of a personal God; it is unbelief growing like lichen from my...

The Betrayer On the night when the teacher washed our feet, later he said "one of you will betray me." My ears burned as I heard myself...

It's the start of holy week, and the beginning of a murder trial. I'm reminded today that precious life is always only a few breaths away...

Somehow, it is February, and I’m already a month behind in my 2021 goal to spend time with a weekly writing prompt. However, here is...

I turned 30 yesterday. It's a number that feels good and right to me. I'm not sorry to see my 20's go, and as I like to say, I'm really...

finding it harder and harder to find the good, the beautiful, the true seems everyone hates each other for the ways they hate the other...

Last year around this time, we shed our layers as the warm sun met with the skin of our arms and faces again. Our days were rhythmic,...

these blooms burst open, their beauty undeniable as complex layers fan out, demanding attention but they are heavy, too. gravity pushes,...

Cynicism is a sneaky, creeping thing that slowly eats away at hope — It seemed to me the "smarter", more "realistic" framework for...

Our quiet home, our place of peace, had become chaotic, unpredictable. This safe refuge was instead a tinderbox; we tiptoed through each...

Even our Lord, Jesus who was Divine spent time in quiet places with his Father. He retreated to hillsides and gardens, set aside space...

Weary traveler, Take a seat Unburden yourself For a moment. Stop and breathe. The work is hard And the journey Is long But— glorious,...

As 2019 drew to a close, I began to think about what I hoped would be true in the new year. I enjoy reflection, and I never run out of...

I’ve made room for Doubt Who used to feel like an unwelcome guest Upsetting the apple cart, Causing it all to come tumbling down. I gave...

Just before golden hour Our bikes greet the path, Tires hugging gravel, leaves, We barrel deeper into trees The stifling heat of summer...

“I am always going into the far country, And always returning home as a prodigal, Always saying, Father, forgive me, And you are always...

Sometimes it's the sock. The little lone sock that keeps turning up, out of place each time, only ever one. But I can't bring myself to...

"Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?" -Mary Oliver I am a creature who is very fond of her habits. A creature...