St. Hubert’s Hunt

O paradox divine, of sweetest flesh and strongest blood, we are chasing thee, o stag, and running from thee, o hound, for all the world has spun and spurned the way that things should be.

The Song That Never Sleeps

Let the small birds give chase to the hawks, let the acorns sprout into oaks, let the wood make bows for arrows, and the feathers straight-shot shafts.

Hussain at Karbala

Oh, Allah, who makes us patient in adversity, make me now endure the test! To be your slave is my crown, to drink your wine will slake my thirst, and I will put my forehead to the ground.

Dewi Sant

St. David used his power When his mother was in labor And soldiers came to slay her But hailstorms drove … More

Advent Reed

Our Blessed Lady is meek,but in a way that inherits the earth,a humility that is exalted,a simplicity than reigns,Like the … More

Nativity

Hear the bells break the silence Shatter it to the bone Hear the old world dying Withering like the fig … More

Shalott Revisited

I once met a fine young man Winning in his manners, honest in his speech With ideals that defied the … More

The Riddle of Notre Dame

“Hold high the cross, so I may see it through the flames.” – St. Joan Arc, before being burned at … More

Two Worlds

Two Worlds Yet friend-bound Two minds Yet heart-bound By accident, almost Conversing, sometimes brokenly Translating, sometimes poorly Yet we understood … More

A Man for All Seasons: An Anthem

Foolish men have prattling tongues Yet the wisest use no words Purest songs go unsung Though the din, though the … More