by Walt Garlington (December 2023)
Your strength and glory
Do not lie in Reichs or Führers,
Nor in Iron Chancellors,
But rather in a monk-missionary
Raised in a monastery,
Blessed by Boniface,
And like him an apostle to your race.
This Sturmi, founder of Fulda,
The nuns Gunthild and Agatha,
The martyr Ursula –
All the holy saints of your land –
Will gird you about like an iron band
And snatch you from ev’ry evil hand.
They are your greatest boast,
This Ghost-filled host.
Embrace them, and a greater splendor you will know.
Walt Garlington was born and raised in that part of Dixieland called Louisiana. A chemical engineer by training, he has spent the last several years writing full-time. He has written essays and poems for The Hayride, New English Review, The Tenth Amendment Center, The Abbeville Institute, Reckonin’, Katehon, Geopolitica, and USA Really. He writes regularly at his own web site, Confiteri: A Southern Perspective.
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