Poem: “The Carthusians”


The Carthusians

To be “Hanged in their habits”
What a glorious thing,
For their silence screamed,
“Christ is the King!”
And like the Innocents
So Holy, that died,
With sword-cut bodies
Their mothers cried
And wept like mothers
Do today,
Who send their sons
Into the fray
Like Innocent Carthusians,
With staff and rod,
Who continue the defence…
The Priest-sons of God!

Hilary McRee Flanery


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