Despite our collective anguish at the current Church crisis, we remember our individual spiritual lives: my contribution is this moving poem by Plunkett :
I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes …
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Despite our collective anguish at the current Church crisis, we remember our individual spiritual lives: my contribution is this moving poem by Plunkett :
I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes …
A little dated, perhaps – but worth a run, I think – especially since the poet was an old classmate of mine!
Dear Santanta: beset as you clearly are this summer morn with intimations of mortality, I thought perhaps … Wordsworth’s Ode, Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood … ?
this is just the first stanza …
When we were young, our mother insisted on the daily communal recitation of the Rosary.
The suit and the coat with the corduroy collar
Designed to make you believe
Their pressures in life are greater than yours
Because they have a degree
Our regular contributor Brian Fearon has his own volume of Poetry on sale, that might make an ideal Christmas present.
It’s called “At the Kitchen Table: an Original Selection of Poetry, Lyrics and Rhyme”.
Here’s another sample …
Well it’s time to put the shirt on
Press the trousers, clean the shoes
Get the old fat wallet
We’re going on the booze …