This poem by Christian Wiman was recently published in America Magazine. His newest collection, Hammer is the Prayer (such a cool title), is available now.

It was the flash of black among the yellow billion.

It was the green chink on the chapel’s sphere.

It was some rust or recalcitrance in us

by which we were by the grace of pain more here.

It was you, me, fall and fallen light.

It was that kind of imperfection

through which infinity wounds the finite.

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3 responses to ““Poem Ending with a Sentence from Jacques Maritain” by Christian Wiman”

1. Jim McNeely says:

   01/26/2017 at 12:01 am

   I really love this one.

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2. Benjamin Self says:

   01/29/2017 at 10:14 am

   Wow. I don’t think I’m smart enough to ever fully understand what Wiman is saying, but this is powerful powerful stuff. Thanks for the find guys!

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   07/21/2022 at 4:49 pm

   […] shall have won the day? Jacobs offers a cinematic account of one momentous year in the lives of Jacques Maritain, T. S. Eliot, C. S. Lewis, W. H. Auden, and Simone Weil but situates their reflections and […]

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