Every Triduum, starting with Maundy Thursday through Easter Sunday, I re-read T.S. Eliot’s “The Four Quartets”. It is four of his best poems, and for
I wrote this in my journal a while back, and thought I’d share. It might be a poem–I’m not sure. Saint Cecilia was obviously here!
There is great power in words, especially words laced with passion and creativity. For today’s world, the art of Spoken Word is equivalent to the
There are times in your life when all that you could do is rest. You cannot love, you cannot dream, you don’t know where to
Five loaves and two fishes These are all I have And I didn’t think they’d matter much When there are thousands to be fed. Five
When Love was hid within the crib Wise men Heaven’s call did heed Beneath the Star they traveled far To seek the King of which
No man can enter into the house of a strong man and rob him of his goods, unless he first bind the strong man, and
By guest writer LeighAnna Schesser. Recently, a friend wrote to me saying, “I’m skimming Jesus of Nazareth and Pope Benedict XVI mentions all the mountains
One day, a home-schooled Anglo-Australian made a rather ill-informed statement on Asian education to his house mate, despite my presence: “Asians can’t be creative because
Every Christian shares in the universal call to partake in the Beatific Vision. His baptism gives him this vocation. The Gospel calls all men to
I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and your joy may be complete. This is my commandment: love one another
With the election season heating up and the usual sins threatening to conquer us, it’s time to talk about… art. Eve Tushnet makes a penetrating
This is a poem I felt compelled to write when I was thinking of one of my mom’s uncles, her godfather at baptism. I don’t
“Man’s curiosity searches past and future And clings to that dimension. But to apprehend The point of intersection of the timeless With time, is an occupation
Somewhere in my mind’s many rooms, I hear a sound I dimly recognize– Faint and ghostly, not quite clear– A sound more haunting than piercing,
