Archives For December 2017



Christmas is blood flowing in the streets,

The blood of the Lord valiant at war.

It is the wrath of God made flesh,

Pulsing through tiny, scarlet veins.


Christmas is the division of sheep and goats,

Separated at once by whips of divine ire.

It is the splitting of time by a two-edged sword,

Shining red as it falls on the necks of the just.


Christmas is a book of history torn to pieces

And thrown into a furnace hotter than hell.

It is a whisper in the night that stills souls:

Haunting them, chilling them, spooking them. 


Christmas is the force of the right arm of God,

Which casts enslaved bodies into slavery.

It an axe that divides the hearts of women

And men who choose to die or die to choose. 

Best wishes,
David J.W. Inczauskis, S.J.

P.S. This poem is nothing other than an interpretation of “Chapter One” of Pope Benedict XVI’s Introduction to Christianity. 






December 21, 2017 — Leave a comment

I just returned from a three day silent retreat at Bellarmine Jesuit Retreat House in Barrington.


I wrote a little poem that summarizes my experience of prayer during the retreat:

The maker is made manifest
In myst’ries shared by no request,
In moments passing endlessly.

Desire comes in light blue and red,
Not leading rather being led
Through time that marches ceaselessly.

To worry is to sin against
The beauty of God’s providence,
Which has a final claim on all.

Surrender now or live in chains.
To wait is what God most disdains.
Arise and waken to the call.

Best wishes,
David J.W. Inczauskis, S.J.

There Are Secrets

December 8, 2017 — Leave a comment

An Original Poem

Sea Image

There are secrets buried deeper than

The deepest abyss

At the bottom of the sea.


There are mysteries reaching farther than

The furtherest stars

The human eye has seen.


They shake the core of the earth

And rattle the corners of the sky.

They make themselves known

At the blast of a trumpet.


Woe the one who claims

To know them.

Woe to the one who will

Not know them.


They are

The intentions of the hearts

Of everyone,

And they run deeper

Than the deepest abyss

At the bottom of the sea.


Best wishes,
David J.W. Inczauskis, S.J.