Dying…and Rising

Dying…and Rising

When I lived at St. Anthony, each year as Lent came along, I would have a conversation about it with Joan Wilichowski, our secretary-receptionist-amazing person.  We would agree that in most years you didn’t have to choose a “penance” or some practice to do, and that...
Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

New Year Now down the clock’s face run The hours and minutes one After one and soon they gather And rush to the end of this night Not noticing the wild voices Ringing in their fears  Of all things passing in the years That have gone into silent flight. Now looking...
Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving Hearts full of feeling, Tongues short of words, We come with bowed heads To eat pies and birds. “Thanks,” we whisper in mumbled tones, Humble joy bubbling inside, Knowing well in our bones Less is what we deserve. Yet the Lord doesn’t ask, He who came to...