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In Jerusalem

We know little We can tell less But one thing I know One thing I can tell I will see you again in Jerusalem Which is of such beauty No matter what country you come from You will be more at home there Than ever with father or mother Than even with lover or friend … Continue reading

From Blossoms

This is one of my favorite poems. ever. I gave it to Atticus when we had been dating a few months, because for me, it captures hope in words. On this, the first beautiful, true spring day here in Indiana, I offer you one of my favs. From Blossoms Li-Young Lee From blossoms comes this … Continue reading

Lest it go unspoken

Welcome Morning There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Cannon towel, newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning, in the chapel of eggs I cook each morning, in the outcry from the kettle that heats my coffee each morning, in the spoon and the chair … Continue reading

The true time of year

Maggie sleeping in her swing this week   i love you much(most beautiful darling) more than anyone on earth and i like you better than everything in the sky – sunlight and singing welcome your coming although winter may be everywhere with such a silence and such a darkness no one can begin to guess … Continue reading

Mother of Mine

Today is the feast of the Immaculate Conception, which refers to Mary being conceived in the womb of her mother, St. Anne, without the stain of original sin which taints all of us. This aspect of her creation is honored, because to be created without original sin makes her the only sinless human creature to … Continue reading

When Death Comes

This Sunday night I wanted to share one of my all-time favorite poems with you. I hope you’ve had a wonderful weekend. When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like … Continue reading

Sometimes, when I read something terrible, or find out about some new kind of oppression, or of a new tentacle emerging from the monster known as the “culture of death”, I have to go and find a poem. Poetry, especially those poems which seek to help us understand God more, bring some comfort. I am … Continue reading

Barter – Sara Teasdale

Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children’s faces looking up, Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms … Continue reading