Tonight I read Edna St, Vincent Milay’s poem, Spring. Reading it satisfied a mood I was in. Last week two men whom I loved died. One, Fr Thomas Hopko, was my mentor and friend for years and also one of the giants of church life and theology. The other man was my parishioner for many years and had dedicated time each day of his life to pray for me. We went through a lot together in my parish and I deeply saddened by his passing. However, when I read Milay’s poem I immediately thought of Hopkins’ poem of the same title and realized how contrasting they are when side by side. I see now that they form an interesting dialogue. So I put this little visual together.
Dad of three kids, author (An Altar in the Wilderness), priest in awesome church, Principal of Bright Wing Books, designer, author, speaker, podcaster (getting back to it after a long hiatus), backpacker, ecologist