Editor's Note: in light of last week's monumental Black Catholic poem from Amanda Gorman, and the recent revelation of the soon-coming demise of legendary Black parishes in Chicago, it seems a good time to reflect on our shared home and Mother.

This Place, this institution of Truth

Myth and Illusion

Sound of rolling thunder

Awesome wonder

Angelic air

Chilling tales

Often unconscious

Deserts, cold as pits of hell

Finding one’s self mired in reality of the past

Confronted corners awaiting the end game shrouds

Joyous reunion on full display

Confessions labored by lips of sorrow

Learning cantors like babbling brooks

Echoing verses from liturgy tenured loved

Catholic communion collected in grace

Eucharistic intaking the connection

Earth and heaven intertwine

Vast space moving slowly to infinity

Strangers kneeling in unison

Only God knows what they’re really feeling

Can you take this to the street?


Jenarío Decarlo Morgan is a native Detroiter, resident of South Bend and father of two. Currently a paraprofessional at South Bend Riley High School, for 12 years he taught theology in Detroit—where he was the first diversity director for the local Knights of Columbus. (He is also a former Grand Knight.)