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...
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.
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...
We are flesh made for water, bone and soul. Our thirst cries out, gritty voices longing for still waters, the promise of rescue. Delivering the remnant from...
eating disease to be one with the world to live as fully as possible in awareness of all of it Licking wounds You get used to it Drinking the water at the...
“At midnight the man was startled and turned over, and there, lying at his feet, was a woman!” (Ruth 3:8) You went to him in the night. Did you rehearse it...
“Snake venom is used to cure snakebites!” —Tehching Hsieh First. Note the pattern of all growing things. Each has an elegant unconsciousness calling that being...
You might say the tornadoed trees unslept them Everything was odd, as was normal now, which is 2023 So they poked their heads out sniffed the air and bloomed...
Imagine the Cyclops seeing the fiery stake nearing his bleary eye, how his entire world was light and then nothing but darkness. Imagine Jesus in the tomb with...
Ears to see, eyes to hear the secrets of the Kingdom. Shine before others. trim your lamps, scatter seeds, but guard against choking thorns, poaching birds...
