My noon shadow folds absence into my body
Poetry
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when God saves you from an overdose
I assume I was seen in the way
a postcard is seen
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Because my hands are small compared to God’s
it is easier to trust God with worlds than with sons
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Patrick Kavanagh is the Catholic poet we should be reading this Advent
Kavanagh’s poem looks to Advent for a sort of poetic and spiritual rebirth, a chance to reacquaint ourselves with the “newness that was in every stale thing.”
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The Queen’s Musician William Byrd On the Execution of Edmund Campion December 1, 1581
I heard song, whilst he suffered his trials
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Advent Dawns at the Sacred Cafe
he opened up the window for Dec 24 even though it was like Dec 3
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Michelangelo’s Late Drawings
Four scaffolded years risking a fall
like Adam’s
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Meditations on an Apple
Whether you’re pie or cider
some of you will be human
