A poem inspired by Charles Taylor’s, A Secular Age

I brought monks

into my bedroom last night

I dragged them, chanting

from their chapel, and folded cosmos

Disembodied

I re-embedded them

as night-time Art

by my pillow

A personal Evensong in my own

sequestered chamber

Wrapped up in my (dressing) gown

They sang for my dose of Sublime

That will do fine

Just fine, I thought, then they left me

Lullabied, buffered from signs

With all that is mine, still mine

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Thomas Horatio

Thomas Horatio

‘Thomas Horatio’ is a student of Christian origins. Here lie his musings on history, theology and faith.