Shrouded in mists of time
she waits alone in the garden,
veiled, her name obscured,
the forsaken Rose.
lost counterpart of Logos, the Word, ...
Joan Chittister, New Designs: An Anthology of Spiritual Vision
"It is good to have an end to journey towards," Ursula Le Guin writes, "but it is the journey that matters in the end." The truth of that st ...
Nicholas Peters, Another Morn
(The following poem was written by Nicholas Peters just after the outbreak of World War II in 1939. Peters had emigrated to Canada from Russ ...
Sr. Kimberly M. King, RSJC, NCR
Heaven gonna smell like sweet-olive, friend;
gonna have galleries for sitting, breezes for cooling,
singing to joy up the choir of souls
Who don't live next door
But in someone else's neighborhood
Are your neighbors,
And their neighbors
With mosques ...
My father's head has become a mystery to him.
We finally have something in common.
When he moves his head,
his eyes get big as roses
John Dear, SJ, Catholic Peace Voice
The life of a Christian is a journey on the road to peace. In this culture of violence and war, we need teachers and models who can help us ...
This morning I sit at my desk
and watch students grieving
on the couch : tears, quiet talk,
and one girl shaking.
half-embarrassed at her la ...
The Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
An influential Jesuit magazine close to the Vatican has criticized the "morbid and scandalous" treatment of the church sex abuse scandal by ...
It's a late night in an empty church, a pitifully poor inner-city parish with a lonely priest : the sort of priest who's scrubbed floors and ...