In Memory of Hilaire Belloc
Today is the anniversary of the death of Hilaire Belloc, who left our realm on July 16, 1953. Hilaire, Hilaire, Hilaire. His is yet another name on the long list of dead male poets I would love to have known. So, who was he? He was a man of exceptional intellect and wit, a commentator on the world at large, a lover of wine, and an ardent (some would say fanatical) Catholic. This last bit won him praise and derision on differing occasions. He was known for his children's verse; with its afterbite it was actually intended for adults. This particular poem is notable for its openness and vulnerability. Read the relative absence of sting here, the calling into question that comes from fatigue. Who among us, whatever our faith, can't relate to this? I have no doubt that Hilaire Belloc remains in the presence of his Lord in much the same way he imagined he one day might.
Is There Any Reward?
By Hilaire Belloc
Is there any reward?
I'm beginning to doubt it.
I am broken and bored,
Is there any reward
Reassure me, Good Lord,
And inform me about it.
Is there any reward?
I'm beginning to doubt it.
Is There Any Reward?
By Hilaire Belloc
Is there any reward?
I'm beginning to doubt it.
I am broken and bored,
Is there any reward
Reassure me, Good Lord,
And inform me about it.
Is there any reward?
I'm beginning to doubt it.
Posted by Annmarie at 7/16/2009 11:19 PM 
Categories: today's words, dedication
Tags: Hilaire Belloc Memorial faith doubt
Categories: today's words, dedication
Tags: Hilaire Belloc Memorial faith doubt
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