catholic poetry room Archives

The Waiting

by Jeffrey Essmann | Mar 24, 2021 | In the Spotlight, Poetry | 0 |

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

The Roar of Waters

by Jeffrey Essmann | Feb 17, 2021 | In the Spotlight, Poetry | 0 |

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

Some Colors of Crucifixion

by Jeffrey Essmann | Sep 23, 2020 | In the Spotlight, Poetry | 0 |

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...

The Breath

by Jeffrey Essmann | Sep 16, 2020 | In the Spotlight, Poetry | 0 |

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...

The House on Kingston Avenue

by Jeffrey Essmann | Sep 9, 2020 | In the Spotlight, Poetry | 0 |

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...

Northern Beauty

by Jeffrey Essmann | Sep 2, 2020 | In the Spotlight, Poetry | 0 |

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...

Father Matthew Offers the Mass

by Jeffrey Essmann | Aug 26, 2020 | In the Spotlight, Poetry | 0 |

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...

Silence

by Jeffrey Essmann | Aug 19, 2020 | In the Spotlight, Poetry | 0 |

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...