May the poem, grasped and penned, be the Grail
sustaining hearts healed for a spell
May the poem, grasped and penned, be the Grail
sustaining hearts healed for a spell
Throughout the waiting house
We’ve strewn our mangers. Maybe
This year we’ll find one baby.
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.
Though it felt wrong to sleep, I slept,
and when I woke and remembered, I wept.
And therefore, all the more believable,
That God sent a tiny angel with a chinstrap made of feathered jewels,
All night, God peers from his gilded case,
nothing to do but wait for morning