Sons of the Light

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Mike Carlton.                                                                                                                       Sons of the Light God draws water from an endless stream, To fill our cup for tomorrow’s dream. New priests spring from a random seed, To bring the Son to those in need. Born again, they wake in the night, To light up… Continue reading Sons of the Light

Walking with Jesus

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Barbara Crooker.                                                                                                                 Walking with Jesus in the Blue Ridge Mountains, eating corn fritters and okra,… Continue reading Walking with Jesus

Cana

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Jeffrey Essmann.                                                                                                                                 Cana When Mary said to Jesus, “There’s no wine. They have no wine,”… Continue reading Cana

Ner Tamid

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by P.C. Scheponik.                                                                                                                   Ner Tamid I used to love entering the empty church, to be alone with the whispers of the tall wooden timbers, the random creaking of the pews, the giant crucifix hanging in the center of the altar wall– Golgotha in marble on wood,… Continue reading Ner Tamid

Invocation, Three Movements

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Laurie Klein.                                                                                                                                               Invocation, Three Movements Walk Soul, take to the fields, stroll among… Continue reading Invocation, Three Movements

My Sisters

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Margaret Adams Birth.                                                                                                                                          My Sisters My sisters . . . We sit around a dining table, books open on the surface before us. This is our call to contemplate—don’t hesitate to speak: our words… Continue reading My Sisters

Mary

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Johanna Caton.                                                                                                                                                       Mary Your name – floating on the now of my final breath. Your power – the power of your woman’s arms, pillowing my soul home. Your stillness – when, all masks aside, I touch love’s unmasked face. You: I revere for bearing what… Continue reading Mary

God gave me a bug

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Jeffrey Essmann.                                                                                                                   God gave me a bug the clouds were gathering at morning prayer the world and its absurdity and pain were closing in so thick and grey the psalm could hardly breathe then God gave me a bug beside the candle something many-legged and… Continue reading God gave me a bug