Mia Schilling Grogan

I. Nourishment O Vitality!true blush and bloomof those who’ve diedbut live nowin Heaven, to you, Aliment of the enfeebled,who sustain uswith that lasting Sweetness—honey of your own fleshthat soaks, cell by cell,our hunger— thanks. Because you who are Foodlet yourself be fed:you . . . . Continue Reading »

II. Appearance O Architect of the stars (brightness blazoned as if strewn), you, who ranged the constellations to disclose yourself enfleshed, appointing one most lucid witness to that Majesty—so clear that magi, seeing it, bent low over their offerings, murmuring admiration— Just so, I . . . . Continue Reading »

III. Conversion God, imagine you(O Majesty!)emerging fromobscurityat thatsmall feast—  At Cana,a wonder:clarity uncloudstheir heartswhen the best winegushesfrom the water jars. For thatI thank you,my Dear.And, Love,I’m praying:please pour over meyour charity;douse mein the delightof . . . . Continue Reading »