Louise Glück’s poem, “Wild Iris,” begins with a description of death, the sort of death something made of earth and growing there might recount if it could speak.

This poem and prayer asks that Jesus transform our lives, that he rise not just in a tomb but in us as well, that the piercing light of the Resurrection fall on the darkness in our cramped selves.

The strangeness of the medieval poem “Pearl,” now out in a new translation, magnifies its emotional power. Courtesy The British Library Board, Cotton Nero A. X, art.3, f.42 ...

Easter 2017 Poem 3 – Easter Is Really for Jesus. Easter is not just for the Bunny, With goodies and treats that he brings, Easter is when we must celebrate ...

And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow, If ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. As stated in the beginning of this story the life of young Featherstone changed after conversion.