When you lose someone you love,Your life becomes strange,The ground beneath you gets fragile,Your thoughts make your eyes unsure;And some dead echo drags your voice downWhere words have no confidence.Your heart has grown heavy with loss;And though this loss has wounded others too, No one knows what has been taken from youWhen the silence of…

It’s been quite a while since I offered a piece by modern poet Malcolm Guite. An academic and an Anglican priest, he is particularly interested in the relationship between religion and the arts. He often uses traditional forms such as the sonnet to frame his modern take on traditional subjects, such as the Christian calendar.…

We can easily see how these three words and ideas are very closely connected. All of them come from the two Latin words unum and cum – one and with. The Church is a community of faith, and each parish is too. We might even say that the congregation at each Mass is a community,…