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...
He has traveled so far, he must sleep nowthe profound sleep of the laborer. Fluorescent lights dangle like white monsters.Slowly his universe magnifies to four...
This crazy world is almost overAnd I never got the chance to plant a tree.A tree the way that trees used to be.We live in them now since the plague—Or rather...
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...
