No one will say it, but we know
today’s fresh-flamed hibiscus flower
reveals in one brief, glorious show
our birth, our life, our final hour.
Sacrament and synecdoche
live in a pot near the atrium door,
mirroring holy brevity
which, in a day, is evermore.
—Jane Greer
YOU MIGHT ALSO LIKE
The Madness in Miami
The great boxing spectacles of the past—the Thrilla in Manila (1975) and the Rumble in the Jungle…
Lancelot in the Desert
The Last Westernerby chilton williamson jr.386 pages, st. augustine’s press, $19.95 In his dedication to The Last…
The Lonely Passion of Reginald Pole
A year after I became a Catholic, when my teenaged son was thinking about college, we visited…
