Archive
More than thirty-five years of First Things articles at your fingertips
Articles
Fashioning a Walking Stick
I cut a hawthorn, stripped the outer bark / which left five shades of red to contemplate. / The first, as dark as blood, the Savior’s mark...
Wretched, We Sail On
A shadow of sensation lies therein. / The hungered truth is stumbling on the stairs. / All pleasure which is measured is a sin...
The Calling
You will see again through the prism’s rainbow / through the lighting sky in horizon’s turning / rising, rising, ravishing night departing...
