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Dear Saint Francis, I imagined I saw you today out of the upstairs window. Your...

How did I first hear of lectio divina? It must have been from the monks...

For a few years in the late 1990s, early 2000s, I brought a book of...

At first I didn’t know that I was dying. I’d been rushed to the hospital...

You’re not sorry you’re alive, just embarrassed. Aware of the burden of your body. How...

Did you ever try finding words for the experience of prayer? Or for the sense...

I love it when poems speak to each other and expand on a shared theme....

In this stirring poem by Anya Silver, the bell becomes a blueprint. First, the bell...

“Lord, let…”: this is how nearly every sentence of Nicholas Samaras’s “The Psalm of Your...

In Dolin’s poem we wake up abruptly inside the walls of an ancient temple. Walls...

The following two-part post was originally delivered as the 2017 commencement address for Trinity Academy...

I used to collect poems that are prayers, so Sharon Cumberland’s “Prayer” immediately leapt out...

It occurs to me each time I listen to Kendrick Lamar’s new album, Damn: The award winning...

I used to find Easter a letdown. Lent is so full of the self-improvement activities...

Memories can make good material for poetry. In “The Spirit of Promise,” Daniel Donaghy is...

The love of God is scattershot. It is the love of the artist toward her...

Of all the Gospel episodes, the Annunciation has long been one of the favorites of...

The days following the election have been dark indeed. People unhappy with the outcome fear...

“How’s your health?” my long-time friend asked me with concern. “The leukemia is creeping toward...

In this month of painful national and international news, Tania Runyan’s poem “Onesimus” offers a...

What attracts me to this poem is something deliberately absent yet evocatively present: baptism in...

My mother was a dancer. I use the term dancer in the most flexible possible...

By Grace Talusan We stumbled onto the bus in Lisbon, sleepy after the overnight flight...

This is a dark poem, raising a profound question about suffering. Its title, “Tenebrae,” is...

My prayer is not prayer, not exactly. It includes words. It may even begin with...

By Laura Bramon My first rosary is invisible: a string of children’s voices ricocheting off...

By Natasha Oladokun In my sophomore year of college, I wrote a poem. Though I...

By Judy Bolton-Fasman Sh’ma yisrael Adonai Elohanu Adonai echad—Hear O’ Israel the Lord is God,...

"Benedic, anima mea," I say each night to the mouse that lives behind my desk....

I spent much of this past summer watching my friend’s three-year-old girl, Mia, as my...