Therese
Original Poetry

Therese

Therese of the little child Jesus,You think you are so cleverby taking an elevatorinstead of the staircase to Heaven. You approach the Lordwith only smallness.Plucked up as just a seed,trusting the Gardener’s hand. We appear…

Saint Hubert’s Hunt
Original Poetry

Saint Hubert’s Hunt

O cross between the antlers beamingbrighter than the brightest painSearing, sun-sunk hour of death, hail!Strung of suffocation and suffusionHunted as the wild stag, white as host-to-tongueWild bread, wilder meat, wending through weeds,Hooves that wound us,…