Raymond Roseliep, a Roman Catholic priest, a poet, a scholar, and because or despite of all these, a person of fine perceptions, has produced in this thin, little book an interesting collection of poems notable for their gentle grace, their beauty, and their evocation of a tender feeling of warmth for what others see as trivial, casual, and insignificant people, events, or things. Few would identify the author as a priest from reading or hearing most of the poems. We are up- lifted by the gentle love lyrics, the startling effect of a word in a strange new juxtaposition, the softly nudging turn of a phrase, the illumination of loneliness and love, conjoined and constrained within a larger freedom.
I might rehearse the poems one by one, each with its separate message. Some are lovely and some are lonely, some giving the warm fragrance of feeling, others revealing the midnight