At the crucifixion’s liturgy,
I see
the Tent of Meeting pierced and purged
Poetry
Trees
speak in scent.
text in fungi.
laugh in pollen
and seldom stray
from meditation.
The Death of Cicero
His servants pulled him through the postern gate
To ride in shadows to a waiting ship
Turning Seventy-Five
an instant sharp pain somewhere near the heart
and sudden ringing in the ear when no bell tolls
Abyssfishing
my shiver-feathered
fly like prayer
arcing sinking
through the air
The Grail Quest
May the poem, grasped and penned, be the Grail
sustaining hearts healed for a spell
Carol
Throughout the waiting house
We’ve strewn our mangers. Maybe
This year we’ll find one baby.
The Jesuit poem you should be reading this Halloween
While certainly an unorthodox choice, “Carrion Comfort,” by Gerard Manley Hopkins, S.J., fits with the Christian roots of Halloween as an appraisal of faith in the face of horror.
Lament
Though it felt wrong to sleep, I slept,
and when I woke and remembered, I wept.
