I have been one acquainted with the night.I have walked out in rain – and back in rain.I have…
The last cool star of dawn wasforetelling the brightest sunshine;no cloud, no drift of mist was…
The Stations of the Cross, which form the core of my book Sounding the Seasons, are intended to be…
IV Jesus meets His Mother This darker path into the heart of painWas also hers whose love enfolded…
E.E. Cummings’ attitude to dogma and formal religion may have remained skeptical, but true to his…
Now, in Passiontide, Christ becomes all the more visibly, our companion. We walk with him and see…
This strange Holy Week has begun in tears: tears of frustration, tears of lament, and for so many…
meta April is the cruellest month…. The opening words of The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot are amongst…
For Harold Bloom, our intellectual strength, the strength of Western civilization, consists in the…
The poet relies upon on a shared understanding that gives his imagination the oxygen to sustain it.…
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