<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Phania]]></title><description><![CDATA[Phania]]></description><link>https://www.phania.ca/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2026 07:28:30 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.phania.ca/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[When You Speak]]></title><description><![CDATA[Love Poem]]></description><link>https://www.phania.ca/post/when-you-speak</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1347a94eb38bc9b93c436f</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2026 18:47:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/88eaab_81688c4fa0154e36a628bec2c16485d2~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Phania</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[My treasure]]></title><description><![CDATA["For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also" Matthew 6:21 I find my heart  surrounded by warm hands with steam rising up,  encircling fine lines and wrinkles  of the face across from mine.  “What’s your order?”  I ask the simple question that softens the air,  making room for stories to be exchanged  and memories to begin.  The question that connects the businessman and the student, the pastor and the manager. I love the acquired taste of bitterness in the dark roasts of...]]></description><link>https://www.phania.ca/post/my-treasure</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a0877a9d34acb7c432082a</guid><category><![CDATA[Coffee and a Conversation]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2026 18:04:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_ec448c77b611490d88aeffa0bb30e859~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Phania</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Blue sky (04.14.2024)]]></title><description><![CDATA[The sky is blue, The pond moves in response to the touch of the wind, Creating ripples and waves above the surface Across from me, past the plants that are still beige from the winter snow, A crane stands pretty. Another one of the Fathers wondrous creatures, He stands out in contrasting gray against the beige, brown, and faint green landscape I’m too far away to get a good picture But I know in my memories This will stay, another snapshot of God’s amazing artwork A crow stands on a lamppost...]]></description><link>https://www.phania.ca/post/blue-sky-04-14-2024</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6982d0a25c72368b52d8c417</guid><category><![CDATA[Grounded and Present]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2026 04:52:59 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/88eaab_2f4f2094e95641ddbf5f09a6862df39d~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Phania</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A heavy day]]></title><description><![CDATA[The rain didn’t stop today, and the skies are more gray than their usual blue. It lacks depth, there’s no dimension up there today And the rain falls slowly From the gray. Lush, pine green trees stand beautifully underneath, with brown trunks supporting the foliage. A seagull passes through my vision, rather quickly. The rain hasn't stopped today, but life still grows, and birds are flying. And I, Await. The clouds are not dark, yet they are heavy And gray. I am heavy, and gray. The wind...]]></description><link>https://www.phania.ca/post/a-heavy-day</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6982b5f7889819a51f08891f</guid><category><![CDATA[Grounded and Present]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2026 03:24:26 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/88eaab_cae17dc97c324e63bef3db03e344a5d9~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_900,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Phania</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Psalm for the City and Drug Addiction]]></title><description><![CDATA[Inspired by “Restore us, O God; make your face shine on us, that we may be saved.” Psalm 80:3 My solicitous soul cries out at the sight of decomposing bodies that still breathe. Tied to intoxicants in a cry for help, or maybe an act of defiance. They’re wandering the streets. Raising their voices at invisible forces in a sobering cry. There is a heart behind the eyes where widened pupils house a name only You know. I see the substances that kill when their eyes close to the Light. Surely,...]]></description><link>https://www.phania.ca/post/a-psalm-for-the-city-and-drug-addiction</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69822cdcf7bcecc0aef657d7</guid><category><![CDATA[Psalms and Prayers]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2026 17:16:29 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/88eaab_aa2031c20022495eb77a9d685bb9dbd4~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Phania</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>