Zabenthung Dominic

There was a night when Augustine could no longer run.The wine of pleasure had turned bitter.The applause of scholars had grown hollow.The kisses of sin had lost their warmth.He stood among the ruins of his own heart, surrounded by echoes that would not fade. The boy who once mocked his…

There is something deeply stirring about that timeless line from Saint Augustine: “You have made us for Yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in You.” It is not merely a poetic phrase from a faraway saint. It is the cry of every heart that has…

At first light, a woman walks alone. The sand is cool beneath her feet. The sky begins to glow with soft colours. In her hands, she holds a small jar of perfume. Her steps are slow but sure. Her heart is heavy with sorrow, but something stronger than fear keeps…

Jesus, when You spoke these words, “I have not come to bring peace, but a sword,” my heart paused. At first I felt uneasy, unsure of what You meant, but then I listened more closely. You were not calling us to hurt each other or stir conflict. You were calling…

There are hearts that carry a holy ache. It is not loud, but it never sleeps. It hides beneath laughter, beneath success, beneath every fleeting joy. It is the ache of being human. The ache of knowing that nothing here fully satisfies. St Paul and St Augustine knew this ache…

He had forgotten what love felt like.Not because he had never known it,But because life had taken it away,One piece of skin at a time. He was once a son.He was once held.He was once kissed on the forehead,Told he was good, told he was wanted. But then the white…

There are days when life feels quiet but heavy.Not everything is wrong, but something feels unsettled deep within.You wake up and go about your day,But your heart carries a weight no one can see.There is a sadness that does not shout.It just sits silently in the corners of your soul,As…

It was night, but not just any night.It was the kind of night that knows how to break a man.The moon hung pale and distant. The stars did not speak. The wind whispered through the olive trees like a breath held too long. And there—beneath those trees, in the heart…

He was only seventeen.A dreamer with eyes full of stars and a heart full of hope.He spoke of dreams he didn’t fully understand—of sheaves bowing, of stars bending.He believed in love.He believed in family.He never imagined that jealousy could wear familiar faces,that betrayal could speak in the voice of a…

There are times in life when the soul aches, not because of what it has done, but because it has been misunderstood. You try to speak, but your words fall unheard. You try to explain, but your silence is louder. You know your heart is clean, yet it is covered…