Throughout the year, Charlotte’s handmade creations had communicated love and support during my journey with cancer.
Poetry
Posted inPoetry
At the end of my suffering there was a door
Outside, a snow lay over the lake like ash
Posted inPoetry
How to win the Foley Poetry Contest: Don’t try to win
Writing poetry for prizes is a fool’s errand.
Posted inPoetry
They tell us border nets, 10,000 feet high,
What good are great blue herons reflecting our quiet thoughts
Posted inCatholic Book Club
The poets, priests and politicians of Ireland’s Easter Rising, 110 years later
110 years after the Easter Rising, Ireland’s history and literature of resistance still inspire.
Posted inThe Good Word
Dying like Christ: To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield
A Homily for Good Friday of the Lord’s Passion, by Father Terrance Klein