Poems of a Lapsed Catholic

  The Lawless Charity   Whenever I gaze at poverty I see the Church And her wealth.   Whenever a man is weak I see him kneel To the strong.   Wherever a child is hungry She is told to fast As a sacrifice.   When night falls The ruined streets are dark And the…

Odes to Unbelief

Between the soup and my eating it   Between the soup and my eating it I discover a new religion. Even as I watch the landscape of aqueducts Pass me by like a fleeing herd I feel an arm of godliness embracing The whole downcast horizon.   Between life and its travelling minutes, From riverbank,…

The Myth-Making Animal: The Place of Myths in a Secular World

  “Ay, roar well,” said Bagheera, under his whiskers, “for the time will come when this naked thing will make thee roar to another tune, or I know nothing of man.” Rudyard Kipling The Jungle Book   “Orpheus . . . was passionately devoted to music. It is thought that by his skill he could…