From Timothy Putnam’s The Sea of Grief and the Ship of Belief:
The grief doesn’t ever work itself out; it just hibernates for a while. And it only takes one misstep,
From Rainer Maria Rilke’s ‘The Prodigal Son Returns’:
‘Sometimes he would spend whole nights in tears beneath that starry dome, longing to be filled with such rays himself.
Alan E. Lewis on the prayers of Holy Saturday
“Is not all prayer designed for Easter Saturday, the product of confusion, emptiness, and grief? Prayer is desperation translated into
A second poem for Good Friday
If you had really wanted to be strong,
you would not have come from a woman’s womb.
For messiahs
A poem for Good Friday
‘He told us we were free to choose
But, children as we were, we thought—
“Paternal Love will only use
Rebecca Bratten Weiss on Holy Thursday and the carnivalesque
This is a simply wonderful article by my friend Rebecca Bratten Weiss on our final approach to Easter. I would
The Brussels Attacks: Our pain and rage are immense, but we need reason and understanding more than ever
‘If you read the “biographies” of the Charlie Hebdo, the Bataclan, and the Brussels attackers, one similar fact keeps popping
Make America Meek Again: The Legacy of St. Gregory the Great
‘On the anniversary of his death, the greatness of this champion of the Church provides weighty meditation material for American
'The Trees,' by Philip Larkin
“The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is
Some Berry
“Condemnation by category is the lowest form of hatred, for it is cold-hearted and abstract, lacking even the courage
