Who am I to prune the surging crown?
Poetry
The Prayer of Unseeking Despair
just ordinary
sunlight
shimmering through a drizzling, autumn rain
Behold the Handmaid
if you go to Mass, you hear the near-perfect opening
line in the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent by God
Why you should read Richard Wilbur’s ‘Love Calls Us to the Things of This World’
A hymn to mercy and love, “Love Calls Us to the Things of This World” springs to my lips when my heart is quiet. I teach it as often as I can for my introductory poetry students.
Washing windows at the Catholic Worker
Because this house is a dandelion gone to seed. Fragile and full of possibility.
Bible Study
Her laptop says Coffee and Jesus,
so I fish the Bible from my backpack,
Gibbous Moon
a goblet neither full nor empty,
off balance there, like Humpty Dumpty
Original Bodies
Hollywood would not photograph us
for two or three more decades, they cut away
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When storms of change recalibrate reality,
Rewrite the code that holds the cosmos together.
