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			<title>The Nun from Nigeria Sits Next to Me at the College Jazz Concert</title>
			<guid>https://www.firstthings.com/article/2020/06/the-nun-from-nigeria-sits-next-to-me-at-the-college-jazz-concert</guid>
			<link>https://www.firstthings.com/article/2020/06/the-nun-from-nigeria-sits-next-to-me-at-the-college-jazz-concert</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2020 06:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>Face blank as absolution,
<br>
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; from this back row
<br>
she stares straight ahead
<br>
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; to the small raised stage
<br>
of touring musicians, lost
<br>
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; in the rebel notes they sold
<br>
their souls for. Surely, the slight
<br>
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; shadow of sax expands
<br>
to fill her one solemn eye,
<br>
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; the blur of bass drum
<br>
the other. The charismatic vocalist&rsquo;s
<br>
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; filled-with-the-Spirit keyboard
<br>
oscillates up and down
<br>
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;her stiff spine, while&mdash;
<br>
inside the long sleeves of her habit&mdash;
<br>
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; her fingers, half-hidden
<br>
in the fabric&rsquo;s heavy folds,
<br>
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; tap-tap, tap-tap.
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			<title>​Anniversary</title>
			<guid>https://www.firstthings.com/article/2017/03/anniversary</guid>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2017 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>This second circle&mdash;coming back again
<br>
to the coming back&mdash;the sweeping dial 
<br>
of days; where all time&rsquo;s whats and whys and whens
<br>
<br>
click clockwise on your face, or mine. Begin
<br>
again the memory of counting while 
<br>
this second circle, coming back again,
<br>
<br>
continues clicking on its route to chime
<br>
delights and dangers on discarded piles
<br>
of days. Where all time&rsquo;s whats and whys and whens
<br>
<br>
witness what we won&rsquo;t forget in skin: lines
<br>
that show in photographs, first seen in smiles
<br>
this second. Circle, coming back again
<br>
<br>
to the coming back: foretold convergence
<br>
unfolding; calendar that reconciles
<br>
our days when all time&rsquo;s whats and whys and whens
<br>
<br>
wed what we&rsquo;ve become, your nows, my thens
<br>
intersecting us again. Meanwhile
<br>
this. Second circle. Coming back. Again
<br>
the day where all becomes 
<i>our</i>
 whats, whys, whens.
<br>


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			<title>Parable</title>
			<guid>https://www.firstthings.com/article/2016/05/parable</guid>
			<link>https://www.firstthings.com/article/2016/05/parable</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2016 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p><i>&ldquo;Virtue! a fig! &rsquo;tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.<br></i>
<i>Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills<br></i>
<i>are gardeners.&rdquo;</i>


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			<title>Laundry List</title>
			<guid>https://www.firstthings.com/article/2016/03/laundry-list</guid>
			<link>https://www.firstthings.com/article/2016/03/laundry-list</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2016 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p><i>&ldquo;The ordinary acts we practice every day<br></i>
<i>at home are of more importance to the soul<br></i>
<i>than their simplicity might suggest.&rdquo;</i>


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			<title>The Joke around the Water Cooler and Other Dilemmas</title>
			<guid>https://www.firstthings.com/article/2015/12/the-joke-around-the-water-cooler-and-other-dilemmas</guid>
			<link>https://www.firstthings.com/article/2015/12/the-joke-around-the-water-cooler-and-other-dilemmas</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2015 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p><em style="color: inherit; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; letter-spacing: 0.01em; background-color: initial;">Let us nail ourselves to him, resisting<br></em>
<em style="color: inherit; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; letter-spacing: 0.01em; background-color: initial;">the temptation to stand apart or to join<br></em>
<em style="color: inherit; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; letter-spacing: 0.01em; background-color: initial;">others in mocking him.&rdquo; &mdash;Pope Benedict XVI</em>
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			<title>Lower Higher Ed</title>
			<guid>https://www.firstthings.com/article/2015/08/lower-higher-ed</guid>
			<link>https://www.firstthings.com/article/2015/08/lower-higher-ed</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2015 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>  &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Here 
<em>God</em>
<br>
   gums up in the mouth,
<br>
  won&rsquo;t spit itself out
<br>
  with every easy expletive,
<br>
  leaving the discussion free
<br>
  for disagreement.
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			<title>The Episcopal Priest Cleans Out His Office</title>
			<guid>https://www.firstthings.com/article/2005/01/the-episcopal-priest-cleans-out-his-office</guid>
			<link>https://www.firstthings.com/article/2005/01/the-episcopal-priest-cleans-out-his-office</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2005 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> After the years of tear-drying and tissue-passing, 
<br>
 
the closed-door conferences above reproach 
<br>
 
and beyond remembrance, he packs files of sermons, 
<br>
 
reread books, thank-you notes and complaints, 
<br>
 
receipts from now-broken air conditioners 
<br>
 
that can&#146;t cool this fear 
<br>
 
that swirls up the unexpected 
<br>
 
dust of the lives 
<br>
 
he thought he saved. They don&#146;t want him here, 
<br>
 
near the new. 
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			<title>All Saints&rsquo; Day</title>
			<guid>https://www.firstthings.com/article/1998/11/all-saints-day</guid>
			<link>https://www.firstthings.com/article/1998/11/all-saints-day</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 1998 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>Waiting behind burned-out jack-o&rsquo;-lanterns for day to come, 
<br>
 the saints clap their stigmata hands. 
<br>
 They are the sun&rsquo;s halo, shimmering the November air 
<br>
 with celestial simplicity; the sky, their dried blood. 
<br>
 By the time we wake on All Hallows,
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			<title>All Souls&rsquo; Day</title>
			<guid>https://www.firstthings.com/article/1998/11/all-souls-day</guid>
			<link>https://www.firstthings.com/article/1998/11/all-souls-day</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 1998 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>We stack the dead 
<br>
 names of the faithful 
<br>
 high in the incensed air, 
<br>
 light prayers beneath them 
<br>
 till the altar burns with words. 
<br>
 The nave knows their smoke, 
<br>
 remembers our memories of them. 
<br>
 The chancel recants our absence 
<br>
 from their lives until we live 
<br>
 again in the space at the rail 
<br>
 beside them, these saints 
<br>
 unSainted, the faint flames 
<br>
 of our unmartyred selves 
<br>
 riding their iridescent fires.
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			<title> Monthly Communion</title>
			<guid>https://www.firstthings.com/article/1998/10/002-monthly-communion</guid>
			<link>https://www.firstthings.com/article/1998/10/002-monthly-communion</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 1998 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>
	At church, the man touches his lover&rsquo;s

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