Debajo de las tres versiones (English, español y français) de este breve poema, vea, por favor, las palabras de Sainte Thérèse de Lisieux (Francia), que en español se llama Santa Teresita. Y déjame decirte, también, que lejos de mi casa,… Read More ›
They did this for any number of years. She would tell him, often with tears, She was suffering—at her job, in her Personal life. He would say or try As diplomatically as possible . . . “Were it me, …. Read More ›
A retirement poem? Or for Americans more generally? After Dickinson wrote two thousand poems and that didn’t quite work – Though, yes, it worked spectacularly for readers born after she died – After she had baked so many loaves… Read More ›
Our god is a consuming fire Hebrews 12:29 When summer came, he left the city Afraid of the heat and pollution Afraid of the sun He found himself in a hospital In a ward with no air-conditioning… Read More ›
They did this for any number of years. She would tell him, often with tears, She was suffering—at her job, in her Personal life. He would say or try As diplomatically as possible . . . “Were it me, …. Read More ›
The day prodigious leaves its problems for the night, And within the darkness we are so poorly covered. The mind may decide—there’s little to do but wait, And so waiting, exhausted, we’ll come to the light? We may be… Read More ›
A sonnet for my nephew Dan and his younger generation By climate change our coffee beans find themselves threatened – The heat’s too oppressive; there’s no drying season. Thank God for new technology, for our innovations – The engines… Read More ›
