call it brave, call it saintly, call it love
Poetry
Little Skate
I could never make a meal of skate again
remembering you, brave wingless thing.
Joy of My Youth
To God, who gives joy to my youth. Say it! Say it now…
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
