Tag: Poetry

A Poem for Holy Thursday

A Poem for Holy Thursday

[ 2 ] March 27, 2013 AD |

It was 2006, the time the Da Vinci Code movie was released. Debates buzzed in Catholic blogosphere, while the billboards advertising the movie were displayed throughout the city. It was hard not to see Leonardo’s Last Supper and not think “Dan Brown”. But another feature of the painting caught my attention. This, and all the [...]

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The Ship of Joy

The Ship of Joy

[ 2 ] November 24, 2012 AD |

I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and your joy may be complete. This is my commandment: love one another as I love you. – John 15:11 Joy is like an old ship that was headed for some adventure, but sunk instead like a slow rock under the heaviness of life, waiting to [...]

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Cultivating Beauty

Cultivating Beauty

[ 11 ] August 30, 2012 AD |

With the election season heating up and the usual sins threatening to conquer us, it’s time to talk about… art. Eve Tushnet makes a penetrating observation* in an upcoming issue of First Things magazine: If you (a sinner) cannot imagine a different way of life, if you do not see virtue as a real and [...]

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Farewell, My Dear

Farewell, My Dear

[ 1 ] May 23, 2012 AD |

This is a poem I felt compelled to write when I was thinking of one of my mom’s uncles, her godfather at baptism. I don’t know why I was thinking about him. We only ever had one conversation, back when he was sick, a few months before he died. He had so many books that [...]

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Lessons in the Chinook

Lessons in the Chinook

[ 7 ] April 18, 2012 AD |

“Man’s curiosity searches past and future And clings to that dimension. But to apprehend The point of intersection of the timeless With time, is an occupation for the saint–” Today was a jump day. I had to jump out of a Chinook. This is one of the occupational hazards of my day job, that periodically they [...]

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Echoes of an Unsung Lullaby

Echoes of an Unsung Lullaby

[ 3 ] August 18, 2011 AD |

Somewhere in my mind’s many rooms, I hear a sound I dimly recognize– Faint and ghostly, not quite clear– A sound more haunting than piercing, So distant yet so familiar to my ear: ‘Tis the echo of a song I didn’t sing. I’m haunted by the echoes in my mind, The echoes of a lullaby [...]

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