There is longing in his face, softness and the serpent’s fall in mildness, in aching, exclusion next to misery. Hands knotted of his own accord, yielding...
poetry
Discover U.S. Catholic poetry that explore faith, the beauty of creation through the art of language, and a deeper appreciation of the spiritual life.
The feathered clouds fingering in from the west portend a downpour in a day or two, though for now they’re high and dry. The night before the battle, spies...
December dark. 2:30 a.m., post-holiday party. Saturday, then to Sunday, in silence. I wake—sleep rendered light by red wine, so I am easily stirred by...
Won’t You part these dense clouds That I might glimpse the stars Those dancing lights Captivated in their celestial rites? For above this midnight shroud...
Two things you can do with a rock: you can add it to a pile of stones stacked atop one another in layers, the ones at the top pressing down to the ones...
Soul, seek yourself in Me. And through Me, seek Me in yourself. How lucky, cherished soul, to be able to design yourself in Me. No painter, no matter how...
In the wild We join hands With the sacred, the tempted, the defiled. All become one In the desert dance Under the penetrating sun. In this place of wilderness...
The stone walls stay cool on this late summer afternoon. Bushels of golden apple light tumble through my small window, casting a yellow square on the floor...
Haws push through tips of thorny branches, turn from green to red, scent of meadowsweet rises on wings of gladness while pink blackberry blossoms emerge with a...
God’s Beauty O Beauty far beyond all beauties of the world, you cut without pain, and painlessly you ruin the love of mere creatures. What a knot you tie from...
