This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Stephen Pohl.                                                                                                                  


Barely a woman,
sown with the one seed
and first fruit of the
tree of life, bearing
death’s own destruction,
she strides Judah’s hills
to one thought barren
now late in season
ripe with leaping life
crying out wild joy.

Originally published in Pilgrim.

Stephen Pohl writes from Baltimore. His articles, essays, poetry, short stories and photographs have appeared in regional and national print publications, including the National Catholic Reporter and U.S. Catholic magazine, among other print and online venues.

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Jeffrey Essmann, ICL Poetry Curator To submit poetry to be considered for the Catholic Poetry Room, visit our submission guidelines page.

Jeffrey Essmann is Poetry Editor for and always searching for the best Catholic poetry from today's poets as well as those of the past.

Jeffrey is an essayist and poet living in New York. His work has appeared in numerous magazines and literary journals, among them America Magazine, Dappled Things, the St. Austin Review and The Road Not Taken. He is a Benedictine oblate of Mt. Saviour Monastery.

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