A message to ev’ry Catholic poet,
Who is willing and able to write art:

Here is your chance so try not to blow it—
‘Tis a chance to serve God with your whole heart,
A world that is steeped in dark corruption,
Needing to be…

We decompose and recompose,
Simultaneously forever.
The sun burneth still so brightly
With other false forms together.
Am I author of mine own art?
No! I'm a player of a part.

What in this wide-wide world is mine?
What may I, a man, make as Man?
What I…

These taut strings strung in a chord teach me [Truth].

Their sound still teaches me, though taught before.

The notes linger in my mind more and more,

Forsooth! In truth! I know not how, forsooth!

Strange! The rhythmic rhymes send a reason when,

They each…

My Lady, My Lady of Sweetness and Sorrow,
Behold! Thy Son suf'ring today and tomorrow,
He, Our King and God, is here crowned with thistle thorn,
Whose violet flow'rs refuse to show or e'er adorn.

With tenderness and love you gaze…