Monthly Archives: April 2019

This latent mine

National Poetry Month, Day 30  //  At the end of National Poetry Month, I return to where I began, to Walt Whitman, and to a fresh beginning. My first career began with a love of books, and it was natural, I suppose, that I would find my way into, first commercial printing, then book design […]

Awake for the first time

National Poetry Month, Day 29  //  At the beginning of this series celebrating National Poetry Month, I quoted Wallace Stevens, who described the poet as “the priest of the invisible,” and I set out to share each day a favorite poem of mine that mediates between me and the unseen Mystery in which we live […]

Finding my place in the family of things

National Poetry Month, Day 28  //  In my twenties, newly out of college and on my own, starting a new career, finding my way in the world, I had learned that I had to be good, very good, if I were to amount to anything in life. My parents, particularly my father, had taught me […]

The Sabbath angels

National Poetry Month, Day 27 // Jews and some Christians observe today as the Sabbath, the week’s seventh day and a day to rest from their labors before beginning a new week. By sundown Friday, all work is to be completed and everything put in order for this holy day, which will end with sundown […]

Learning to sing

National Poetry Month, Day 26  //  “Sing lustily and with good courage. Beware of singing as if you were half dead, or half asleep; but lift up your voice with strength. Be no more afraid of your voice now, nor more ashamed of its being heard, than when you sung the songs of Satan.” That’s […]

The choice is always ours

National Poetry Month, Day 25  //  So much depends upon our choices. “It is our choices,” J.K. Rowling wrote, “that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” They clarify and express our deepest values and reveal us even to ourselves. And Roy T. Bennett affirmed, “Attitude is a choice. Happiness is a […]

In the lap of creation

National Poetry Month, Day 24  //  Because God rested after the six days of creation – so the story goes (Exod. 20:8-11) – we are to do the same, every seventh day of every week. Do nothing, the elders tell us, but let the work of God suffice without any contribution or meddling from us. […]

An authentic and heretical faith

National Poetry Month, Day 23  //  This one is just for fun, but the fun cloaks a profound authenticity. It’s attributed to a Catherine Madsen, but lots of Catherine Madsens show up in a Google search, and I haven’t a clue which one she is. I’d give her more credit of authorship if I could, […]

Live like the cricket

National Poetry Month, Day 22  //  There’s a story some preachers like to tell at this time of year. A preacher was taking his family to church one Easter morning, when his young daughter asked, “Dad, are you going to try to explain the resurrection, or are you just going to let people enjoy Easter?” […]

Easter, not where you think

It’s easy I think (though it seems not so easy for some), in the predawn birdsong of early spring, to pause in gratitude for the annual renewal of the earth. William Alexander Percy thought no one could listen long to that song, “A song so mystical and calm, / So full of certainties,” except on […]