Poem: beard
winter afternoon in the classroom a half-sleep the nun speaks and rests the eight-year-olds bow heads over loose leaf write in the row along the windows in the second to [...]
Poem: Psalm
Psalm By Patrick T. Reardon The Lord croons melodious tunes. Praise God. The Lord whistles cool breezes. Praise God. The Lord laughs deep from the belly. Praise God. The [...]
Poem: Visions
Visions By Patrick T. Reardon I see the hand of God write on the wall the sins of the king. I see the bloody knife. I see the father lead [...]
History Poems
At the Mayor's Funeral By Patrick T. Reardon Those boys stayed in the church until seven the next morning, through the night. Do you know what tough duty that is? [...]
Poem: “Just one of those things”
Baubles, bangles and beads lay jangled together on the kitchen table. The boy gazed at the flash of color and then out into the night sky at the blue moon. [...]
Poem: “Magnificat”
Magnificat By Patrick T. Reardon My soul magnifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior. --- Luke 1: 46-55 I am God’s magnifying glass. My heart thrills. [...]
“July 10, 1981” and a dozen other faith poems
July 10, 1981 By Patrick T. Reardon On this porch, on this cool summer day, when the moon is benign in afternoon sky, when birds sing from wire to wire, [...]
Poem: We are all Elijah on the mountain
The still, small voice is still an itch in the corner of the skull, a catch of breath, a comma, a hesitancy, a heartbeat, a hush, a scratching at the [...]
Poem: “The bullet enters Lincoln’s skull”
He dreamed and saw her under the tree in the pink dress her mother hated. He felt a small hand in his in the darkness and wanted to escort the [...]
Five mythic poems
FIVE MYTHIC POEMS Dullahan Up Lake Shore Drive, I ride on my charger, black as a deep cave. You don’t see me, commuter, too dull with science. Onto [...]