BY AVELLINA BALESTRI If I should die while he is away, fighting for the honor of his own chosen lady, send him my heart in a casket of silver. Read more

BY MARY-FAUSTINA Loveliness will soon burst out of this winter: from the Death comes the Beginning Again. Read more

BY MARY-FAUSTINA In the books, Faramir is, indeed, very much like a saint. A hero. He is strong and wise and wholly unaffected by the Ring’s lure. Read more

BY AVELLINA BALESTRI Love is not an accident of chemicals that crossed in space; it flows from Everlasting Choice and rushes with a Timeless Grace. Read more

BY MARY-FAUSTINA Whose star this is, I do not know. It gleams on high o’er sand and snow: My camel plods with heavy hoof, illumined by its breathless glow. Read more

BY ELLEN VIRGINIA We’ve longed for you in ages past. Can it be true You’ve come at last? I wonder still how this can be? Why have you selected me? Read more

BY DAVID HAMBURGER Regardless of how the time is spent, a trip to the Holy Land is undoubtedly a singular and deeply memorable opportunity. Read more

BY MARY-FAUSTINA Before leukemia took her, my wife bought me this coat. For a year now, the grief’s surface has stayed three feet overhead. Read more

BY MARY-FAUSTINA They rise up in tornadic flight, unleashing scarlet firelight. They pour it on the coal-cloaked hills, the bloodless frosts. Read more

BY AVELLINA BALESTRI Unlike some other Celtic singers, she does not succumb to musical clannishness but uses her roots to branch out into new dimensions. Read more

BY EMERALD Christ is born today; sing Alleluia! He has come to save us; sing Alleluia! Rejoice, nations of the world! Your King is with you now. Read more

BY CLARE-THERESE Joy is a flame, like a burst of wings and sweet voices. It proclaims Hosanna in a frosted soul, a frozen field. Read more

BY MARY-FAUSTINA Well and ill, we all partake of Your heart’s fires; a billion hungers, yet Your peace fills all desires. Read more

BY AVELLINA BALESTRI Be the flame of autumn in this changing, chilling world and in my trembling heart. Read more

BY MARY-FAUSTINA My love, that star has shattered and the sky sours black. The wind whips upon me as I ride on towards hell. Read more

BY CLARE-THERESE Am I the only one who notices your hands, chilled with the homeless nights, blistered from the trigger? Read more

BY CLARE-THERESE And do survivors ever learn to feel the joy their fight should earn, to view the world again as a child, when alone from darkness they return? Read more

BY ELLEN VIRGINIA I chose St. Gianna for my Confirmation name simply because she was a mother, as I hope to be someday. Read more

BY MARY-FAUSTINA The prophet’s words hurl flames upon my mind. Beneath the gaze of God, king’s crown I bear. Read more

BY AVELLINA BALESTRI Evenstar of an Elvish maid (Relics torn from Catholic breasts); Secrets in a broken blade (Swords that severed martyrs’ necks) Read more