Whispers of love were in the springtime air
as I lay dreaming of our first full kiss
beside the temple wall when he said this
was happiness and could we ever share
our lives together, find a place somewhere.
All I could do was smile, feel my heart miss
a beat and wipe away a tear. All this
I dreamt about after my night-time prayer.
Then Heaven spoke. Or was it that the stars
twinkled a little brighter till a glow
entered the bedroom where, that night, I lay
dreaming of Joseph and the local bars,
until, before I slept, it whispered so:
“You shall bring forth a son one winter’s day.”
—Conor Kelly
Trump Doesn’t Forgive His Enemies. Do We?
When Ross Douthat, a Catholic, sat down with Donald Trump in the Oval Office and asked whether…
The Politics of Lovingkindness
The books of Samuel begin and end with portraits of kings. When Israel asks for a “king…
The New Benefit of Clergy
On November 9, Russell Brand was sentenced to over ten years in prison for one count of…