An enjoyable collection of a Canadian Christian’s poetry, reflecting on everything from theology and philosophy to Canadian cities and his own marriage and children, all dear to my heart as a Canadian, mom, wife and seminary student. I saw Butler’s Lighting Strikes Churches poem in Ekstasis magazine…
(A church is a makeshifted shelter, a lean-to
thrown up against heaven, a wobbly but warm
enclosure that all the unready rush into
before the sharp edge of the storm)
…and wanted to read more of his writing, thus this purchase. It’s fun to hear the Canadian cities I’ve lived in caricatured in verse and connected to things of the heart. Favourite lines:
The Red Sun Rising
“Come down into the street to see the sunset on the city.
This world’s unwell—a withered shell—but damn sometimes it’s pretty.”
Hold to Mercy
“My Anger’s just the boredom
that the middle class has spun
Around itself…”
The Belltower Blues
“That windy ledge, where we once sat like gargoyles—
Our tear ducts streaming rain, our faces bent
So brightly in anachronistic joy.”
Hymn # 735
“So we stand after each generation,
expectant ears pressed to a tomb.”
I give four stars out of a suspicion that Butler’s next collection will surpass this lovely beginning.