Issue 10 [Winter 2021]

WINTER 2021

Editorial Statement:

When you saw this issue’s cover—Hanna Cheriyan Varghese’s “Calming the Storm”—did you see yourself? Nearly hurled over gunwale? Despairing at helm or hem? Thrashing paddle in rage, the one futile action possible? After all, what is “little faith” to an insurmountable force?

If you are like me, you tend to palpate your absence of faith. But faith is not the point, is it? When Jesus chides the disciples for “little faith,” he is not suggesting that they seek more of it. Faith as an end always fails, hyperventilating on a single breath of air in the attempt to make more of it. Forget about exploring the depths, heights, and curiosities of reality in such a spiritual condition. No, Jesus wanted them to behold.

Faith is only as great as its sight, its summoner. Our problem is that of the bat, wrongly called blind; bats have excellent vision, but they dwell in the dark and must rely on a greater sense. “They who had walked / in his sunlit presence, / they could have ripened, / could have perceived His hunger and thirst,” Denise Levertov wrote in What the Figtree Said. If they could fail in that blessed heat, then what are we to expect “late / in a harsh year” (as our first poem wonders)?  To make a verb a noun, we lack envision.

By it, we perceive God’s real but hidden presence. “To praise Him in His absence and His presence. His absence is only the scales on our eyes,” Anna Kamienska said, though her inclination to doubt was as flint-like as any modern’s. How do we know hope isn’t a delusion? We see as the bat sees, know as the bat knows—really but by invisible means. Of course, it can’t be proven. And some will still call it thunder.

Art envisions. I hope that what we have collected in this issue will draw you—directly, accidentally, or consequently—toward something more than manifold darkness would have you see. Although that is not the purpose of the art here or anywhere else, grace is no stranger to subterfuge.

—Josiah A.R. Cox, Managing Editor


POETRY

Rebecca Edgren

Magnificat

Laura Reece Hogan

Your Never and Always Ring of Fire


Kilonova as Composition

Kameryn Alexa Carter

St. John the Baptist Bearing Witness

a.d. maxwell

Silentium


Nowhere

Hubbard Savage

Lunch Break


Dandelion


NONFICTION

Holly Huff|winner of the 2019 Fredrick Buechner prize

Since Plants Are Asleep


FICTION

Patricia Schultheis

Apple, Key, Cross

Adrienne Garrison

No Longer Mine


VISUAL ART

Taylor Lindquist

Editor’s Introduction

Brian Schmidt

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brennen Reed

 

 


Special thanks to Yale’s Institute of Sacred Music for making this publication possible.
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