Poem: Poverty pocket
POVERTY POCKET By Joan C. Pendergast Dec. 27, 1984 Each of us has our own poverty pocket That place of deep hurt…
POVERTY POCKET By Joan C. Pendergast Dec. 27, 1984 Each of us has our own poverty pocket That place of deep hurt…
DAILY BREAD by Joan C. Pendergast What I love most about the Catholic Church Is Eucharist, protected, reverenced there. Whenever I desire…
REFLECTION By Joan C. Pendergast on April 21, 1985 Quiet river flowing on its own Soft spring colors, green and white and…
With Pope Francis' recent visit to dangerous, drug-torn cities and villages in Mexico, Joan Pendergast revisits a poem she wrote…
CONSIDER THE SEED POD Nov. 13, 1982 By Joan C. Pendergast The birds are out this November morn, Looking for something to…
TAR PAPER HEART By Joan Pendergast on Dec. 27, 1984 Snow falls gently on the slanted roof (in my back yard) White…
WINTER'S CALL Joan C. Pendergast, September 1981 A "Family Reunion" Was conceived at my father's funeral…
GOOD BYE by Joan C. Pendergast 7 ½ months before her husband's death from cancer Life marches on The journey to…
Ton of pain There's a great big ton of pain hanging in the air; it hasn't an official…
The following are from the book "Markings of Mercy: The Story of After Abortion Helpline." One day, almost 40 years…
The following is the introduction to the book "Markings of Mercy: The Story of After Abortion Helpline." The reality of…
On June 10, 1982, my first child, John, graduated from Harvard College. Mother Teresa of Calcutta received an honorary degree that day.…