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...
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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.
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...
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...
Through the neighbor’s yardpast the decomposing woodpilewhere once a ruby red fox had burrowedand given birth to three little jewels of her ownbefore animal...
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...
“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...
