To Etch the Stars

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Mary R. Finnegan.                                                                                                                           To Etch the Stars It is a day without form, dark as night, a dirty rain falls. Still, I walk out, into the chaos, see the cosmos as it was before: a sea in storm, everything waiting for the breath of God to tame the wild […]

Molten Glass

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This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by John Darretta.                                                                                                                           Molten Glass Soft colors slowly shift along the ancient chancel wall, trails of light beaming through a tinted window at my back, as from without, above the whir of traffic and stir of life, burning sun pierces the glass, suffusing hues in trails of light, streaming them […]

Maestro

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Mary Springer.                                                                                                                          Maestro The first hint of daybreak, and the musician, perched in his tree, tentatively tunes up his instrument and emits a lone note, short and sweet, like the “ping!” of a silver triangle, soft at first, but following the sheet music he repeats the note over and over, […]

Visitation

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This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Stephen Pohl.                                                                                                                   Visitation 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 […]

Ancestors

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This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Retinna Bell.                                                                                                                                         ANCESTORS Hebrews 11:36-40 the world couldn’t see the fog of angels surrounding those precious souls like an ever-present aroma. it couldn’t see the favorable movement of the clouds, the sea, the behavior of plankton, the respiration of redwoods, the untold number of events at any moment all connected […]

Foundations of the Cross

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This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Cynthia Erlandson.                                                                                                                                                  Foundations of the Cross I.  The First Generation:  Abraham Takes Up His Loss “And he went out, not knowing where he went.”  — Hebrews 11: 8 “For hope that is seen is not hope.”                –Romans 8:24 It was not by human power that Sarah, bent With […]

The Low Mass Homily

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                                                                                                                                                 This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Jeffrey Essmann. The Low Mass Homily The sadness of these days was in his voice (The Scripture’s shadows weren’t to be diffused). Some days you can’t tell people to rejoice: They’re sitting masked and distanced in the pews And everyone’s been watching too much news. But then the sadness […]

Some Colors of Crucifixion

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This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Johanna Caton, O.S.B. Some Colors of Crucifixion Visceral things should be visual, each having its own color. Blood Red. Perfect. What color shall we have for Giving Up and Running Away? Brown, perhaps. Run-away Brown. Or what about Hiding in Fear? Grey. Or better, black. Hiding Black. Weeping? I don’t […]