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RebeccaJ
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I don’t know if this is the right forum. I would like to read some good Catholic-centric poetry. Any recommendations?
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Rebecca
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Rebecca
Illness, physical pain, and humiliation; people for whom God is an inescapable and often anguished question, not an answer; but also art, contemplation, the ability to accept an unbearable situation with humor and grace. (Shaidle manages to capture the humor St. Therese deployed against herself and her canonizers.) She’s Hopkins with fistfights, Paglia without the self-absorption of ersatz paganism, Patti Smith at Midnight Mass. Her poetry is broken the way hearts are broken.
I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring
For I would make a posy, a posy for the King.
I went and got my roses, the loveliest there be
From the white rose vine and the pink rose bush and from the red rose tree.
But when I took my posy to lay it at His feet
I found He had His roses a million times more sweet:
There was a scarlet blossom upon each foot and hand,
And a great pink rose bloomed from His side for the healing of the land.
Now, of this fair and awful King there is a marvel told:
That He wears a crown of linked thorns instead of one of gold.
Where there are thorns are roses; I saw a line of red,
A little wreath of roses around His radiant head.
A red rose is His Sacred Heart; a white rose is His face;
And His breath has turned the barren world into a rich and flowery place.
He is the Rose of Sharon; His gardener am I;
And I will drink His fragrance in Heaven when I die.