We’re standing on holy ground

We arrive at the memorial already soaked. The rain has been pouring down for about an hour, making our one little umbrella woefully insufficient for our entire group. We huddle in the cab, unwilling to take that first step out into the dark, wet city. We are five Catholic sisters from different corners of theContinue reading “We’re standing on holy ground”

This complicated, imperfect world: a poem

    This is a complicated world,            but not for the sake of trying. How do we respond?  What is it that I have done?            Have I tried to lay in the long grass,            to wake early and see my breath? When did I last wait to hear, Not answer, not voice,Continue reading “This complicated, imperfect world: a poem”