#catholic poetry

[anundiscoveredelement]

I have a hard time praying. I think its because my heart is too big for my chest, my emotions more than my body, I start to pray and everything rushes out, and im left there, a raw nerve, feeling more than what can fit in my skin. My prayer is feeling, splaying myself open, prying open my chest rib by rib until I am finally free. A cavernous expanse to be filled and understood. No words express the feeling of taking my still beating heart in my hands, blood dripping off my finger, and laying it at His Feet. That is all I can envision, surrender. How am I to pray in words when my feelings surpass that? What else am I to do other than lay my heart upon the ground and let Him fill me for how can I articulate my emotions better than He can understand them?

-Meditations at the foot of the Eucharist, July 2023

(s.m.)

#original poem #sad poetry #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #female poets #poetry #prose #sad prose #new poets society #religious poetry #catholic poetry #catholism #eucharist #prayer #poetry as prayer #poetry diary #poetry journal

[manwalksintobar]

A Friend’s Divorce  // Gregory Fraser

It was good manners, I suppose, that made him wait until the meal had ended (napkins set aside, steak bones in the shallow graves of our empty plates) to tell us

it was final, that the settlement, like a lightning bolt, had split the house straight down the center, half for her, half for him: he'd put it on the market in the spring.

We sat awhile not knowing what to say, breaking the stale bread of silence together. Then my girlfriend called his wife a lying bitch, and I mumbled something about trust

that sounded like I knew. He raised his glass, nodded that we were right, but mostly out of kindness for us, I think, a couple who needed to be right just then

about what keeps two people from falling apart. It's midnight now, and I can't stop gazing out the window by my desk. Slats of light are falling

through a gaping hole in the late-October sky, falling on my friend's front porch like stacks of shirts and bed sheets from Kopek's Linen Service--

on the two white birches on his well-groomed lawn, gleaming like the stockings of the prostitute he brought home one evening for the entire block to see

while his wife was away "on business" in Detroit. The woman spent the night, but they never went upstairs, just talked until the pink bruise of dawn appeared,

two old soldiers swapping stories, comparing wounds. She told him pain could sometimes be a gift, but that wasn't why most people found it better to give

than to receive something along those lines, though it's been months since I learned the details, and it could be I'm just filling in her words

because I want some larger part in my friend's repair, because I envy what she, a stranger, could offer him: the soothing distance I could not. Envy, yes--

so I'm no saint. Neither's he. Still, watching moonlight glaze the brown garbage bags, stuffed with yard work, against the curb,

all I can see are monks in cassocks, huddled to pay devotion in the dark, backlit by grace. I don't know, maybe that's how I say my prayers these days,

the imagination picking up where the Catholic left off years ago. Anyway, he was good enough to wash the dishes afterwards, even scrubbed the blackened grill.

It took him twenty minutes with a Brillo pad, while my girlfriend and I polished off the cabernet, staring the candles down. Their flames swayed like two lovers

I'd once seen at the end of a wedding reception, one on either side of the empty dance floor while the band wound down. It was clear they'd had a spat, a little too much to drink.

That's why they were slow-dancing with themselves, each too angry at the other to move toward the center, each too proud to make the first move to leave.

#poetry #Gregory Fraser #American poetry #Under the Rock Umbrella #breakup #divorce #women & men #love #romance #Catholicism #Catholic poetry #drinking songs #lovers

[stevierojas]

Creation proclaims God’s glory.

His whisper is heard in rustling leaves, in the song of birds, and in lapping waters.

In the silence of nature the voice of God can be heard.

#catholic #roman catholic #catholic church #catholicism #catholic journal #catholic journaling #catholic tumblr #roman catholicism #catholic poem #catholic poetry #catholic prose

[agirlnamedbone]

Julia Shipley (The Academy of Hay, 2015)

#op #poem #poetry #julia shipley #literature #quote #catholicism #catholic poetry #catholic literature #acolyte #communion #american gothic #rural gothic

[othellho]

— "The Boss of Me", Patricia Smith

#Patricia Smith #catholic tag #bm63 #pb37 #poetry

[seraphim-eternal]

A little while, and you will see me no longer. Again in a little while, and you will see me.

John 16:16

#easter #easter sunday #holy week #lent 2024 #Christ is risen #resurrection #jesus #quotes #bible quote #bible verse #catholic #Christian #orthodox #religious imagery #religious art #light moodboard #moodboard #oil painting #acrylic #poetry #books #philosophy #hopecore #aesthetic

[fuckingwhateverdude]

@nosebleedclub / sept. #9

#bestie is back !!!! this prompt took me ages for no reason !!!! #my writing #my writing tag #nosebleedclub #nosebleed club #poetry #original poem #spilled ink #extended metaphor #religious imagery #ex catholic #religious themes

[trickstersaint]

in which you are seven years old and trying to dislodge the chunk of apple in your throat // october 22 2023

#hiiiiiiiii new catholicism poem. who out there is feeling mentally ill tonight #thinking about the list of sins that a child could commit that they gave to us before our first communions #poems about religion #poetry #catholic guilt #i should have a tag for the guilt poems specifically. maybe #this one and the lady macbeth poem are siblings. brother and sister (adam + lady macbeth) #poets on tumblr #poems and poetry #poem #poetsandwriters #original poetry #original poem #ex catholic #did NOT proofread this one lmao you're just gonna have to take it as it is

[goldkirk]

on peace after trauma 🌻

#trauma recovery #personal #my photos #my poetry #apostate #ex fundie #ex cult #exvangelical #ex Catholic #cult escapee

[fictionadventurer]

NaPoWriMo #5: A poem inspired by a specific public-domain nature book

In this case, the section about the infinite variety of microorganisms.

Song of the Microorganisms

Praise the Lord, all you single-celled creatures! You bacteria and algae You diatoms and fungi Praise Him who brings you sun and sugars to feast upon Who makes waters and thermal vents for your homes He whose majesty is infinite Crafts and cares for creatures infinitely small Ever-generating life, the unseen throng Praise Him in endless, invisible song

#napowrimo 2024 #poetry #catholic things #more of a concept than a poem perhaps #this is what happens when you've been reading the praise psalms through all the morning prayers of the easter octave

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

When He keeps quiet, who then can condemn? - Job 34:29

Psalm 102 - Semler / Half-light: Collected Poems - Frank Bidart / The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath - Sylvia Plath / Greywaren - Maggie Stiefvater

#mine #im having feelings about God again #and i dont know how to cope #web weaving #psalm 102 #semler #Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016 #Frank Bidart #The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath #sylvia plath #greywaren #maggie stiefvater #job 34:29 #catholic guilt #religion #religious #text #poem #poetry #literature #music #once again ronan lynch captures the pain of catholicism #♡

[manwalksintobar]

Cross Ties // X. J. Kennedy

Out walking ties left over from a track Where nothing travels now but rust and grass, I half-believe in something that would pass Growing to hurtle from behind my back And when the night wind slams by, give a start: Out of its mass the disembodied wail Of a far night-shift like a bag of mail Is flung. Moon looms, her headbeam rips apart A cloud and strews it. Wings thrash: down to strafe The crouched grass drops a mousehawk. There’s a screech As steel stretched taut till severed. Out of reach Or else beneath desiring, I go safe, Walk on, tensed for a leap, unreconciled To a dark void all kindness. When I spill The salt I throw the Devil some and, still, I let them sprinkle water on my child.  

#poetry #American poetry #railroad tracks #moon #Catholic poetry #walking

[thurifer-at-heart]

From the Sarum Primer. (Saint Augustine's Prayer Book, p. 67)

God be in my head, and in my understanding. God be in my eyes, and in my looking; God be in my mouth, and in my speaking; God be in my heart, and in my thinking; God be at my end, and at my departing.

#prayers #prayer #anglo catholic #episcopalian #written prayers #poetry #saint augustine's prayer book #christian #progressive christian #christianity #god #spirituality

[lovelustttt]

Love me tender

#tumblr #coquette #lana del rey #2014 tumblr #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #elvis presley #poetry #the virgin suicides #lux lisbon #sofia coppola #vintage #lizzy grant #catholic girl

[traditionaldream]

I want to slow dow, to be gentle to myself, to laugh with my entire heart, to wake up in peace, to be receptive to my own overwhelming feelings, to heal; you deserve to grow, to cry less about what doesn't matter and more over the good things in life, to accept the things I can't change.

#conservative #tradition #homemaker #tradgirl #catholic #christian #tradwife #50s #mother #wife #motivation #motivating quotes #original poem #poetry #poem #cottagecore #cottage aesthetic

[seraphim-eternal]

dead to sin, alive in God

#catholic #orthodox #quotes #bible quote #bible verse #art #moodboard #religious trauma #gothic #cathedral #architecture #romantic academia #dark academia #aesthetic #dark moodboard #light academia #light moodboard #philosophy #poetry #existentialism #books #christianity #god #jesus christ