Sunday Sonnet.

Extinction Rebellion have a bunch of posters up. They say that Demons are extinct animals. This is, of course, theological nonsense, unless you are an animist and a fool. Or a witch.

The demonic is real. But we have Christ, who has defeated them. Though our imaginations make the demonic look horrific, in life, such beings will have glamour. One is not seduced by the ugly, but that which fakes beauty, by lies, but by that which fakes truth, and by treason, but that which fakes honour.

Holy Sonnet 13.

What if this present were the world’s last night?
Mark in my heart, O soul, where thou dost dwell,
The picture of Christ crucified, and tell
Whether His countenance can thee affright.

Tears in His eyes quench the amazing light;
Blood fills his frowns, which from His pierced head fell;
And can that tongue adjudge thee unto hell,
Which pray’d forgiveness for His foes’ fierce spite?

No, no ; but as in my idolatry
I said to all my profane mistresses,
Beauty of pity, foulness only is
A sign of rigour ; so I say to thee,

To wicked spirits are horrid shapes assign’d;
This beauteous form assures a piteous mind.

John Donne, 1633