Father Sliwa is my pastor and about a month ago informed me who you are, Mr. Massey. I then subscribed to your Substack. I used to see you at Mass at OLV and didn’t know who you were when you were there. I’d like to contact you privately with your approval, if you wouldn’t mind. Love your poetry.
This expresses well the yearly tendency to pull back and draw in. There is a comfort in doing that, in slowing down, and giving time to contemplation, but needs to be balanced by the company of those who can encourage us and who we can serve.
Lovely. Thank you, Joseph!
... to be alive enough to take the deprivation...
Wonderful.
Father Sliwa is my pastor and about a month ago informed me who you are, Mr. Massey. I then subscribed to your Substack. I used to see you at Mass at OLV and didn’t know who you were when you were there. I’d like to contact you privately with your approval, if you wouldn’t mind. Love your poetry.
Daniel, yes, feel free to drop me a line! Happy to hear from an OLV parishioner!
Thank you! I’ll email you through your website.
Meditative, sparse, sad and yet full of promise.
Most enjoyable to read. Thank you
Excellent poem. Thanks
"Neglect comes on like hypothermia.
We freeze and atrophy, one by one,
And insulate and harm without intending."
This expresses well the yearly tendency to pull back and draw in. There is a comfort in doing that, in slowing down, and giving time to contemplation, but needs to be balanced by the company of those who can encourage us and who we can serve.