Poetry

“Resurrection” ~ The Imaginative Conservative

Five years ago, when I was in Europe leading a pilgrimage tour to England with Joseph Pearce, I learned that the Shroud of Turin was to be on display for veneration in Turin. After the pilgrimage in England I made my way to Italy where I was joined by a friend. After a few days […]

“Caritas” ~ The Imaginative Conservative

Love must not be, but take a body tooAir and Angels —John Donne The primal metaphor has been transposedas sleep an affiance with death eludesfor death defective is but sleep. Alludesto resurrection now: a dawning rosedin bloody-red genesis, predisposedto whited hues dazzling out in amplitudes.Thus pagan beauties to beatitudesand logos to Logos metamorphosed.The body too […]

Easter Wings ~ The Imaginative Conservative

George Herbert’s “Easter Wings” is a witty, surprising, and smart poem, which teaches a profound theological truth: Created with perfect blessings, it is man’s foolishness and fall that is to blame for his ending up poor and thin. I was college student afflicted with a serious case of Anglophilia when I discovered George Herbert and […]

A Sonnet for Easter Dawn ~ The Imaginative Conservative

The Lord is Risen! He is risen indeed Alleluia! Heres is an extra ‘fifteenth’ sonnet for Easter Morning, which I dedicate to my friend Mary who asked me to write it, and to the memory of her husband Gavin. May he rest in peace and rise in glory. Later today I will publish another Easter […]

Maundy Thursday ~ The Imaginative Conservative

So many gospel themes find their focus on Maundy Thursday, so many threads of connection flowing to and from this deep source of love and vision, in the foot washing, and in the last supper. The meditation in this sonnet, is centred on the ancient idea of the four elements of earth, air, water and […]

“Memory” ~ The Imaginative Conservative

If I ever go back to Baltimore,The City of Maryland,I shall miss again as I missed beforeA thousand things of the world in store,The story standing in every doorThat beckons on every hand. I shall not know where the bonds were riven,And a hundred faiths set free,Where a wandering cavalier had givenHer hundredth name to […]

“Memory” ~ The Imaginative Conservative

If I ever go back to Baltimore,The City of Maryland,I shall miss again as I missed beforeA thousand things of the world in store,The story standing in every doorThat beckons on every hand. I shall not know where the bonds were riven,And a hundred faiths set free,Where a wandering cavalier had givenHer hundredth name to […]