Catholic Poetry Room


Curated by poetry editor, Jeffrey Essmann, the Catholic Poetry Room provides the best contemporary Catholic poetry to inspire you and transform the culture. It is our mission to expand the audience for poetry and thereby deepen our love of God and glorify Him. We welcome submissions and recommendations.

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Some Colors of Crucifixion

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 […]

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The Breath

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Jeffrey Essmann. The Breath Breathe into me, the Spirit bright instill,That I might taste the sweetness of His willAnd know delightSo reconditeMy soul unfolds to its exquisite thrill. That I might sense and savor the sublimeHe’s tucked into each tiny speck of time,Each moment blessedWith happinessFor those who toward the […]

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The House on Kingston Avenue

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Karen D’Anselmi. The House on Kingston Avenue I had no curb appeal, no details to restore and they never could afford an addition or updates to my electrical system, or to tame rattling windows, soothe creaking floors.   Yet I held them while they held their children: child rocking in […]

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Northern Beauty

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Barnabas Ney. Northern Beauty I once did pack my bags and sally forth When I sought solitude and tranquility. I said, “I’ll sail up some inlet to the north.” I up-anchored and shouted excitedly,             “The North! The North!” Past many treacherous shoals, rocks and isles, I sailed in unquiet peace […]

Father Matthew Offers the Mass

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by E.P. Cowley. Father Matthew Offers the Mass Father Matthew offers the Mass aloneto an empty houselifting bread to heaven for usas we wait at home for the all-clearbut it’s not the same. In his mind he hears our shuffling shoessees us straggling in from the streetshoming instincts drawing us into […]

Silence

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Jeffrey Essmann. Silence I know the silence of GethsemaneSo sodden thick with fear and grief forlorn.(And somewhere off I think I hear a snoreAnd wonder if my friends have tired of me.)I know as well the silence when I seeThe empty tomb first thing on Easter mornAnd wonder where the […]

Morning Prayer

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Jeffrey Essmann.                                                                                                                                                  Morning Prayer We can’t be surely, Lord, the only fiveIn all the world who call to you today.In Africa or Asia—Sheepshead Bay—There must be more who keep Your Name alive.There must be more who on their knees deriveSome transient hope within the world’s dismay;Some kinder light to […]

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Listen to That Silence Sing/The Angels’ Bread

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Fr. Gerard Garrigan.                                                                                                                                                  Listen to That Silence Sing Listen to that silence sing Accompanied by a million strings Unseen but sweet as grace and mystery Heard by you and heard by me Only when we cease to speak The Angels’ Bread Monstrance set between six candles Three tall, tall […]

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Old and Sick at Solesmes

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by William Prendiville.                                                                                                                                            Old and Sick at Solesmes He put the steaming bowlon the enormous wooden tablewhere there was a basketlined with linen anda few pieces of bread. He was alone because hewas sick. Everyone elsewas at Massin the stern chapelwhere there was anepitaph of the founder, setcenturies ago. There, […]