Poet, Scholar, Teacher, Spiritual Guide

Photo of Kathleen Staudt outside in a pink shirt

Trained as an academic, Kathy has read and studied poetry for most of her life, writing and editing two scholarly books and many articles on the work of the British poet and artist David Jones. She began writing poetry herself at midlife and has found that the poetry has become a spiritual practice of holy attention, enabling her to dwell deeply in the richness and challenges of life, loss, relationships and transitions. Her retreat work and teaching focus on connections between poetry, creativity and the spiritual life, while her many years of training and experience in the art of spiritual direction inform her one-on-one work accompanying people on their faith journeys.

Through scripture, prayer and poetry as well as the rich resources of Christian tradition from Ignatian and Benedictine discernment techniques to Quaker clearness practices, Shaping a Faithful Life offers an opportunity to creatively explore life’s big questions. Readers will learn to listen for God’s lead in the choices that they face around relationships, time and money, and the kinds of work that awaken purpose and passion in their daily life, both in the present and for the future.
book cover of Thing Thing Called Poetry edited by Kathleen Staudt


Nearing the threshold of a new decade
I set out for a walk, this crisp September morning

It is the first day of school today,
And even though my children are long grown and gone
I feel again the season’s promise, as I walk
Past mothers and children at school bus stops

At the driveway to the international school,
Traffic is busy. I pause to watch
As well-dressed parents from around the world
Emerge from SUV’s with their children, hand in hand.

The crossing guard, Nigerian, turns toward me.
He sees me lingering, raises his hand,
And says, with deep respect,
Mama, will you cross now?

Mama: that’s the name
Of the wise women at the church,
Older and wiser, I have always thought, than I
Mama, they are called by the younger men,
Preserving the courtesies of African life.

Mama,” says the guard, as he holds up his hand
I am holding the cars for you: will you cross?
Mama, will you cross?” He is speaking to me.
Renamed, I am crossing now.

      from Good Places