The Christmas Midwife by Brian McClorry, SJ
By Brian McClorry, SJ © Picture Link God needs always to be born As Eckhart said to Mary's midwives By the palm tree near the pond, While...
By Brian McClorry, SJ © Picture Link God needs always to be born As Eckhart said to Mary's midwives By the palm tree near the pond, While...
By Brian McClorry, SJ © 2006 Picture Link In between Mistletoe And Antarctica God widens The ambit of God's presence, Cuts and fills...
By Jenny Buzek © March 3, 1998 Picture Link I listen enthralled. I hear water running across the stones in the stream, the birds...
By Jenny Buzek © May 24, 2000 Picture Link Delicate wings catch the wind Flutter and glide as the vibrant color of the flower lures them...
By Brian McClorry, SJ © Picture Link In the beginning was the Word... (John 1,1) A brief shape overhead across the sky, clear enough to...
By Brian McClorry, SJ © Picture Link With apologies to Mathew 5, 3-10 Blessed are the poor in Spirit who do not force their sense of...
By Brian McClorry, SJ © Picture Link They did not like what I said Or failed to say - Profited it may be Though not from me Since I had...
By Brian McClorry, SJ © Picture Link The gulls came silently Unannounced: For the eyes only. A skylark landed on the river's stones More...
By Brian McClorry, SJ © Picture Link The lips that bite the tip of the tongue, The teeth that cure the nails of their size, The foot that...
By Brain McClorry, SJ © Picture Link Half awake in infancy The names around me, Quite inexplicably, Were of fields - Petersfield,...
By Jenny Buzek © February 5, 2003 Picture Link Bright city lights evaded at last Darkness envelopes me The hush of the night pierced By...
By Jenny Buzek © July 21, 1998 Picture Link Her full voluptuous body emanates from beneath her flowing robe She is sensual yet wholesome...
By Brain McClorry, SJ © Picture Link If He is to go, then we know The Three will have to ask them And they may not take it kindly, He no...
By Brian McClorry, SJ, © Picture Link The owls dance along the branch. A chorus line of yellow eyes Got up in dusty plumage With quiet...