“Snow-Bound: A Winter Idyl”

By |2021-02-22T15:59:26-06:00February 22nd, 2021|Categories: Poetry|

The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening sky Its mute and ominous prophecy, A portent seeming less than threat, It sank from sight before it set. A chill no coat, however stout, Of [...]

“Madame Medusa”

By |2021-02-22T10:31:26-06:00February 21st, 2021|Categories: Art, Poetry|

Girl With A Pearl Earring by Johannes Vermeer Look at me not, Yet I persistently stare. Eye contact would be fatal: Flush flesh would freeze into rough rock. Perseus thought he slayed me — That was a myth. […]

America’s First Poet, Anne Bradstreet: A Progressive Conservative

By |2021-02-19T10:02:06-06:00February 19th, 2021|Categories: Christianity, Literature, Poetry|

As a settler in seventeenth-century New England and as a female poet, Anne Bradstreet was a trailblazer. A progressive female poet, she also took delight in her role as wife and mother, while remaining committed to her conservative Puritan theology and beliefs. Anne Bradstreet (1612–1672) was a pioneer in two ways: She was a pioneering [...]

“Two Hearts”

By |2021-02-14T14:55:02-06:00February 14th, 2021|Categories: Love, Poetry|

Two hearts beat in two separate breasts, Two separate souls with separate quests, Each to each unseen, unknown. They beat alone. They beat alone. […]

Death on Drum: Gerard Manley Hopkins & the Mystery of Suffering

By |2021-02-12T15:38:30-06:00February 12th, 2021|Categories: Death, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Joseph Pearce, Literature, Poetry, Senior Contributors|

Prompted to compose his marvelous tour de force, “The Wreck of the Deutschland,” after reading the report of a shipwreck off the coast of England, the priest-poet Gerard Manley Hopkins gives one of the most profound and penetrating meditations on the mystery of suffering. The mystery of suffering, or the problem of pain as C.S. Lewis [...]

“Modern Dreams: Fairer Dreams”

By |2021-01-12T10:13:25-06:00January 31st, 2021|Categories: Poetry|

I’ve dreamt dreams fairer than my father’s dreams— I’ve dreamt dreams fairer than my mother’s dreams— Dreams dreamt by strangers stranger than ourselves— Dreams dreamt by travelers older than ourselves— […]


By |2021-01-13T10:04:00-06:00January 24th, 2021|Categories: Christianity, Poetry|

To speak of Him my slow tongue slips, For I am one of unclean lips. But one who held a burning coal Has seared my mouth and made me whole. A voice said, “Who shall go for us?” […]

Living at This Hour

By |2021-01-22T09:54:37-06:00January 22nd, 2021|Categories: Glenn Arbery, Government, John Milton, Literature, Poetry, Senior Contributors, Wyoming Catholic College|

Even without the content of the general historical frame, William Wordsworth’s sonnet, “London 1802,” is moving to every generation that reads it, and it is natural to compare our current political situation with the one described in the poem. All of us, of course, remember the dire circumstances of England in 1802. No? Then we [...]


By |2021-01-17T20:35:19-06:00January 17th, 2021|Categories: Poetry|

It is the strong young men of sturdy frame, sound minds, skilled hands, stout hearts, spirits stalwart, who build nations: who man and nature tame; who erect the edificial rampart of a paterfamilial surname; who by their labors arête impart, [1] who then these things defend. […]

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas: Belloc & Eliot on Twelfth Night & Epiphany

By |2021-01-05T12:21:37-06:00January 5th, 2021|Categories: Christianity, Christmas, Hilaire Belloc, Joseph Pearce, Literature, Poetry, Senior Contributors, T.S. Eliot|

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas two of my great loves sent to me a couple of great meditations on the mystery of the Nativity. The first and better-known meditation is by T.S. Eliot, whose “Journey of the Magi” places the poet in the entourage of the Three Wise Men as they journey to Bethlehem. [...]


By |2020-12-10T12:52:09-06:00January 3rd, 2021|Categories: Poetry|

The Summer Sun has burned the crop of wheat. The ears of corn have ripened on the stalk. We pick and grind them to make a treat Formed from the four elements; yet we balk: […]

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