We felt an echo in our hearts—and thought it meantThat we had fallen—somewhere back there,In the mythical days of innocence—the better days,Until our time got...
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.
In the Ardennes forest the hunterpauses, seeing by glint or trick a crucifix among the bramble of antlersjust as he draws the bow, ravening for the twang and...
Does grace come violently? That is not my story, except the part where my grandmother is dead and took every story with her. As I write, someone says a squeaky...
I dreamt of my father the night he died. Then for a few years, he’d be there in my sleep. Not directly, but at my side, or sitting nearby The way the closest...
On their walls Jonah emerges from the whale after three days: this sea scene—not the cross— is the sign of the Resurrection. The three Wise Men— first Gentiles...
When Jesus was condemned he took up his cross but then fell. His mother helped him up as did another, who wiped his face, but still he fell again. After...
Not long after we tasted myrrh and dream,the image of lettered men still with usand exhalations of Herod’s regime,we heard grumblings, coughed whispers...
Of water, cupped from a bucket, barely enoughTo wet a throat; barely enough to fillA mouth, a hunk of bread—chewy, rough—Torn from yesterday’s loaf. A...
Far from the cloistered roses of Carmelshe heard the prayers for protectionfrom legions of her beloved at Verdun,Alieu, the Somme, those who carriedher...
the child / who won’t be alive tomorrowthe child / taking refuge in a hospitalwith three brothers / one sister / and a mother who says /come on / we have to go...
