…the mind of the maker and the Mind of the Maker are formed on the same pattern, and all their works are made in their
After the painting The Massacre of the Innocents by Léon Cogniet Once we cradled close in the corner of our room, folded like prayer-hands, while
Upon this rock Our cross and spire, built in a land of quake and fire. Fragile as glass, bright as the air, the angled walls
Sloucher crooked like a human question mark. Flaneur of Copenhagen, Street-corner loafer. Unscientific method-ist, proto-existentialist Godseeker labeled philosopher by posterity. Writing the opposite of what
Here, from my box of precious things: a handful of rose petals dry and wither-burnt; a smooth stick in the shape of a perfect “y;”
ITwelve years before his death, Père Jean BrébeufWrote out instructions to his fellow priestsAnd missionaries for their life
—after François Mauriac If you wish to resist the cross of Christ Don’t you dare dream up a casual affair. Follow Rimbaud. Pulled hair, soul
Editor’s note: In his last months dying of cancer, Timothy Murphy, a gay man who preceeded his partner in converting to Catholicism, poured out poetry.
(after hearing Morten Lauridsen’s Magnum Mysterium at a friend’s Wedding) The hush falls like soft-feathered snow, as light takes its leave. Clamoring thoughts, like tired children
Lord, you have searched me and have known my madness, a wilderness of visions and song. I welter in birthright riddles, my mother deranged,
