This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Gerard Garrigan, O.S.B.
On That Day
On that day
Which no man knows
And for which
All men long
(“ … the blind receive their sight … ”);
Until that day
All men stumble
In the dark
With broken knuckles
And bleeding hearts.
Gerard Garrigan, O.S.B. is a monk of Saint Louis Abbey. More of his poetry is available free of charge by e-mailing him at: frgerard@priory.org.
