Sightless in morning fog,she laces fallen fibers of fan palm, bunchgrass,the birch’s lost twigs, spins an empty creation.Conifer needles, the fox’s hair round out the void,what was cast off and left for dead now the dwelling,twined with stippled space of eggs to come, primevalpoint of departure, . . . . Continue Reading »
Your eyes sparkled. And there was playfulnessIn your smile that veiled your age,Softening the hard years with its warm caress. And oh, that accent—that Louisiana drawl—It dripped like summer-morning dewIn fields long in grass before harvest fall. You reached out when you spoke, with . . . . Continue Reading »
Mid-September, dear woman, and the monarchlights once more upon the purple panopliedbutterfly bush in the now-decaying garden,as it has for these past thirty Septembers. And once again, like the softest breeze, I feelyour gentle presence and lift my open handtoward it, toward you, hoping for a sign, . . . . Continue Reading »
The prospect of mortality shakes even the firmest faith. Continue Reading »
Peter J. Leithart reflects on his father's life and death. Continue Reading »
For the believer, the ritual of funeral and prayer for the dead is more than just an exterior comfort: It is an act of faith. Continue Reading »
Devotions by timothy murphy north dakota state, 192 pages, $24.95 Not a knee is padded in Timothy Murphy’s new collection. This is no minor point, considering that knee remains for the length of the volume perpetually bent and on the floor. Like the poet himself, these poems—religious . . . . Continue Reading »
Not even your death belongs to you. Your death belongs to Jesus, the Living One who holds the keys of Death and of Hades. Continue Reading »
The junior fellows reflect on Lenten themes in Sophocles and Babette's Feast. Continue Reading »
Don J. Briel, professor at the University of Mary and founder of the Catholic Studies Program at the University of St. Thomas, passed away on February 15. Continue Reading »
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