Because they left, they could arrive.
Because they searched, they could find.
Because they wandered, they discovered.
Can you be friends with a person who never knew you even existed? If the answer to these questions is yes, then I am friends with Thomas Merton.
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Grace Copps, Edward Desciak, William Gualtiere, Joe Hoover, S.J., Brigid McCabe and Ruddy Pascall
In this year’s poetry roundup, some of the poets whose collections we discuss are Catholic, some are not. But regardless of their religious commitments, wonder shows up in these poets’ work again and again.
In their compelling new translation of the “Aeneid,” Scott McGill and Susannah Wright offer a dynamic, poignant and thought-provoking take on this classic poem.
As a poet, I often use the examen to remind myself to be fully present to what I’m experiencing, and to let those moments ferment and mature.
Editors’ note, April 13, 2026: America has become aware that this poem was submitted with false information about its authorship. Accordingly, we have removed the text and the author’s profile.
A Homily for the Sixteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time, by Father Terrance Klein
Whenever I teach a seminar on T. S. Eliot’s work, I spend the first day of class on ‘Marina.’
My writing during these past five years is filled with memories of my long journey with God over a lifetime; but very significantly, it is the expression of my prayer at this later time of my life.
