Mary, Queen of Angels 2007

Publisher’s Note

Feature

Carl Schmitt, Jr.,
Eclipse: A Painting by Carl Schmitt

Fiction

Eleanor Bourg Donlon,
The Flight from Magdalen Montague

Eve Tushnet,
Distortions

Poetry

Gabriel Olearnik,

Meredith Wise,
Fragment from Assisi

Sarah Buck,
Meditation on Gerard Manley Hopkins’ “Adoro Te” As Sung by a Choir in Rehearsal

Timothy Barr,
The Paschal Four

Carla Galdo,
Epilogue

Simeon Lewis,
On a Written Day

Kevin Rulo,
On Zacharias Coming Out of the Temple

Susan Mibeck,
Marguerite

Robert Drapeau,
Bread from Heaven

Essays

Philip Carl Smith,
The Monastery, the Motu Proprio, and the Heart of the Church

Catherine Rose,
Social Justice and the Theology of the Body

Soren T. Johnson,
A Vigil for Berend

Br. Joseph Van House, O. Cist.,
The Light of Christ’s Face: Redemption in Paul’s Second Letter to the Corinthians
Art and Prose

Matthew G. Alderman,
Quid Tum?

Art and Photography

Patrick Anderson,
The Eye of the Needle

Genevieve Marie White,
After the Fire

Rose Shopen-Klassen,

A Vigil for Berend

Soren T. Johnson

The psalm for the day of your birth: Let all the earth cry out to God with joy (66:1).

8:00 AM, Wednesday, April 25

The contractions have kept sleep at bay for yet another night. Ever and I time them at four minutes and decide to repack the bags for our third trip to the hospital in the past month. Berend is due on Monday, but already tops nine pounds. When he decides to drop, he will fall fast. Ever is calm, gracious.

“Mommy, now how is new baby doing?” Ever Thérèse checks in, wearing a purple play dress. “Is he hurting you?” [Read more…]

The Monastery, the Motu Proprio, and the Heart of the Church

Philip Carl Smith

Dom Antoine Forgeot, the abbot of Notre Dame de Fontgombault, greeted me upon my arrival at the monastery by pouring water on my hands before the evening meal, welcoming me as if I were Christ. Fontgombault, founded in the eleventh century, has had an immense influence on the religious life of France and the United States since its reestablishment in 1948 by the Benedictines of Solesmes, and it is now an important center of Gregorian chant. For several days this past summer I received the hospitality of the monks, attending the singing of the Divine Office and participating in the solemn conventual Mass chanted each day according to the Missal of Blessed John XXIII—a form of the Mass also known as the usus antiquior or the Tridentine Mass. [Read more…]

Bread from Heaven

Robert Drapeau

The Desert of Sin

We wondered what it was when it appeared.
Every morning we ate to fullness and blessed God;
we took, and ate, and remembered
how far from hearth and home we were,
how deep we walked in the wilderness. [Read more…]

Fragment from Assisi

Meredith Wise

Because I heard the cockerel’s golden cry
Ring from the bottom of the silver olive glade,
Because he called the chapter of the noonday sun,
I shed the shackles my own hands had made.
Because the towers up and down the hill
Fired like beacons answering when they tolled the time,
Driving the white wrack of the winter orchard smoke,
I lost my fear between that chill and chime.

Meredith Wise, 21, is a student at Christendom College.

Vera Crux

Gabriel Olearnik

Hail, glory-tree, ship wood of paradise
Who carried the All-King to his high seat
Life returned to life, soul fled
On cold paths to seek the places behind the stars. [Read more…]

The Flight from Magdalen Montague

Eleanor Bourg Donlon

2 April 1902
Budapest

My dear R.,

You well may wonder at my address!—especially since my last missive (which was of appalling length, I know) was sent to you from the fetid bosom of our revered island. Yes, my friend, I have fled sodden London and become, for the sake of my health, a temporary expatriate. I find the rest of the world as tedious as London can ever be, in season or out of season. I am not surprised. The world has been dull for as long as I have known it and I am not so arrogant as to suppose that it was not dull before I graced it with my presence. [Read more…]

Eclipse

Carl Schmitt, Jr.

At first, it strikes viewers with its richness of color, with the light, the mysterious subject. Then they grow perplexed: “What is it?” It might be the Annunciation. But where is the archangel Gabriel? What is the Virgin doing? If it is not an Annunciation, what is it? [Read more…]