Language, that original sacrament Last night I texted my daughter. “Sorry.” “?” Confused, it was all she could text back. I tapped into the phone what was busting out of me. “From Padraig O’Tuama. Religion, conflict, power, and poetry all circle around language, that original sacrament.” “Oh cool!” “I love beautifully arranged words that speak to a deeper reality.” Heart emoji “Love you mama and your love and gift of words.” “Sorry. Sometimes I can’t keep the beauty locked in