Sarah Reardon

Hicks's voice is that of a mature seeker, a seeker of hidden beauties and of home in a variety of places.

Smith's poem has returned to my mind several times, especially in moments, like our current one, of cultural and political turmoil.

The man of faith knows that even the deepest darkness may be irradiated

Like Mary and all Israel waiting for the Messiah, like a mother welcoming a child, we are to “wait for it with patience.”

But our culture’s celebration of Halloween suggests that we know yet more. We sense not only that we are dust and will return to it; we also sense that life…

In his brief and not altogether satisfying rejoinder to the question, “why write?” Berry says, “To serve that triumph I have done all the rest,” and he ends the poem…

These modern forms threaten the desire for familial and communal life—an aspiration traditionally associated with conservatism, especially the conservatism inherited from Aristotle, Cicero, and Burke. The spirit of the careerist…