Mark Amorose

The world unfurls its flag of toleration,issues its edicts of equality,and he who bears the sign of our salvationis banished as a public enemy.As Athanasius, when the world awoketo find itself ensconced in heresy,so we whose world must wear a harsher yokeare called to Athanasian constancy.We, too, . . . . Continue Reading »

I love to see the leaves arrive,the new green spangling the blue,when branches, struggling alive,remake my window’s skyward view;or, looking down, to see the soilpierced by the grassy vanguard’s bladesand know that germination’s toilwill end in flowered accolades.And when I hear the shackled . . . . Continue Reading »

They told us that we lost our lofty place when Galileo shattered Ptolemy’s concentric spheres, hurled Earth into the seas of ever-growing, godless outer . . . . Continue Reading »

The tourists traipse; the sights go by, a blur of cramped and cobbled streets where faux cafés and sellers of souvenirs administer the sacraments of our despairing . . . . Continue Reading »

Hard words, Lord Christ! For what good fruits bear I? For all your care and tending, what my yield? You gave me to a garden well concealed and watered me from fountains set on high; you fertilized me with a wondrous food and sent a Wind to strengthen and make straight. How patiently you prune and . . . . Continue Reading »

“At the thought of God my heart leaps for joy, and I cannot help my music doing the same. ”Joseph Haydn If God were only Wisdom-born-of-Power, and from that coming forth that ever was there came no equal Third”eternal Love” the music of the spheres would sound like . . . . Continue Reading »

Consider the fierce stone features of its face a vaccination of demonic strain, a backfire lit on purpose to contain hell’s wildfire outside this glade of grace. For if the tale is true, it’s put in place to scare the scarer”a sort of devil’s bane that guards the Lord . . . . Continue Reading »