Saturday Sonnet.

If one does not understand that the early moderns understood moral agency then one has not read their poems. One has not considered that though a suitor assails her eyes and invades her ears that when rejected he shall remove himself. And he now prays that his feelings will change.…

Tuesday Sonnet, Hiruhārama

When there was a massacre in Christchurch I thought wait, wait. Do not react. Many will. It was horrid. The acts were evil. Remember instead that our time is short, and consider that being a witness to salvation is the work of the Christian. Expect voices to be silenced, because…

Saturday Sonnet.

The problem here is Sydney is not considering the woman whom he loves but some imagined, ideal of feminine virtue. This is at best infatuation: for love acknowledges the faults of the beloved and chooses to love regardless, be it our spouse, our children or our nation.This week. I…

Wednesday Poem.

In Praise Of Solid People Thank God that there are solid folk Who water flowers and roll the lawn, And sit an sew and talk and smoke, And snore all through the summer dawn. Who pass untroubled nights and days Full-fed and sleepily content, Rejoicing in each other’s praise,…

Saturday Sonnet.

The English (and New Zealanders, are, largely English: the Scots did settle Dunedin, but English settled the rest) love dogs. I posit the sonnet in this series as evidence: if Sydney starts Dear, why make you more of a dog than me/ I he does love, I burn, I burn…

Late weekend sonnet.

Never allow grammer to set your morality. Never allow definitions to do so. This is the error of the British School of Philosophy, which concentrates on definitions and logic but ignores the natural law. The poet may be referring to the algebra of negative numbers, but in reality a wrong…

Wednesday Peom

I am writing this on the day when one of the few Catholic Conservative Antipodean cardinals is convicted of sex with underage boys. (It was the second trial, and the verdict is questioned and appealed). We should all pray for Cardinal Pell: that he has the courage to repent of…

Saturday Sonnet one day late.

Do we have free will or are all things we do fated? Are we on this stage as authors of our destiny or mere players of a script? The reformed, when it comes to salvation, see but their own sin and the overwhelming grace of God that saved them undeserving.…

Wednesday poetry.

This is one of those times when taxation is a topic: our fairly left wing government has a tax working group reporting tomorrow. I'm not sure if this will make people happier, or more righteous. It will make accountants happy. If it is as reported, it will be electoral suicide.…

Saturday Sonnet.

We are now past the feast of St. Valentine, Bishop of Rome and martyr. Before that day, I was at a meeting with a man who expedites goods through customs, and he said that the flowers for that day came from India and South America, in containers, half of which…