Poetry
Goaded by Doubt
In his new book, 'My Bright Abyss: Meditation of a Modern Believer,' Christian Wiman reflects on faith, death, poetry, and God.
Poem | Sacraments in the Field
A layman can baptize when in extremis / or give the last rites. Here’s how I perform them.
Poem | The Four Pietàs Of Michelangelo
With her left hand she says, “See/this masterpiece they’ve given me/then taken it away again./They even call him Son of Man/as if I had no claim on Him. ...
Poetry | Julian of Norwich
What honey this gold bee
made in her cell,
fanning a vision’s nectar
with her wings,
she who could scarcely bear
the thought of hell
and thought that...
Poetry | At the Accademia, Venice
These painters loved the Virgin Crowned.
In blue and white or white and gold,
on every canvas glorified,
she bows to let her son confer
the kingdom. Exquisitely...
Whether to Thin the Lilies
One day we leave the city for its limits
To chase long-rested leaves off family graves
And let the children play among the mausoleums.
We are not all...
Eleventh Station—Christ Nailed to the Cross
Behold, God is no longer with us. He is on the ground.
The frenzied pack has taken him by the throat like a stag.
So You have come! You are really with us, Lord...
At The Burial of an Abbess
Under the pine trees and the snow,
black on white, and row on row,
we leave our sisters when they go.
We age and die, we fill our space
and no one...
Two Ducks
There they were, in conventional prose,
dabbling together in a break in the ice,
unnoticed, unnoticing of the surrounding glass.
The caught train of...
Nathan Pitchford
I. Easter MondayMon chef majeur? He is the Holy Ghost,and Nathan asks, “Have you been born again?”Perhaps not. I have faith in Christ. AmenI say to you He comes...
Ash Wednesday
I boiled my life downto the purest extractand watched it dryand flake away—Timothy P. Schilling
