Winter’s Still Song
(after hearing Morten Lauridsen’s Magnum Mysterium at a friend’s Wedding) The hush falls like soft-feathered snow, as light takes its leave. Clamoring thoughts, like tired children
(after hearing Morten Lauridsen’s Magnum Mysterium at a friend’s Wedding) The hush falls like soft-feathered snow, as light takes its leave. Clamoring thoughts, like tired children
Mass of the Ages, Catholic filmmaker Cameron O’Hearn’s documentary about the astonishing revival of the traditional Latin Mass among Catholics of all ages, has already
Lord, you have searched me and have known my madness, a wilderness of visions and song. I welter in birthright riddles, my mother deranged,
She was a little Chinese Catholic girl, in a country where Catholics were and are only a demographic drop in the most populous country
Editor’s Note: This is one of a series that might be called “Forgotten Catholics”: Great artists, novelists, and poets who are not known as
wind myself up the way my buddy, Dave, taught me when I was fifteen, kick my leg toward high heaven land on it, pivot,
“Mary is a mother figure and the mother of God’s Son. She is ‘the highest honor of our race,’ as the Book of Judith
The Oscars just tanked. Beautiful small but barely-watched movies, combined with boring woke politics, produced an epic collapse in ratings. But the significance of
“MR. TANNER!” an eager voice called out from behind a dense Buttonbush in its red and green glory. Mr. Tanner knew Betty’s voice as well
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing, all His bitter anguish bearing, now at length the sword has passed. I. As He Leaves the Palace of