Consolatrix Afflictorum - Nicolo Barbarino
Sonnets for Heaven's Queen

Comforter of the Afflicted

My Lord and King, know that I do not know

How choked with gore I now confess Thy reign,

Or sense, through all those streams of blood that flow

Across Thy face, Thy majesty so plain.

 

Or how my noxious blood now cleanses me

Where only ere I turned to Thee its curse

Had added torment to my cries, as we,

From our two crosses, suffer, yet converse.

 

For, I, not knowing Thee before this hour,

Repentant, baptized, pardoned and absolved,

Feel consolation, like a summer shower,

Refreshing me. Yet, something’s unresolved:

 

That Woman at Thy feet? She seemed to pray

For me… who will see Paradise, this day.

From Sonnets for Heaven’s Queen © Joseph Charles MacKenzie. All rights reserved.

Winner of the 2020 Society of Classical Poets Competition (America's highest honor in classical verse), Joseph Charles MacKenzie is a traditional lyric poet of New Mexico. He is also the only American to have won the Scottish International Poetry Competition (see: Times Literary Supplement, Jan 27, 2017). A Pushcart Prize nominee, MacKenzie's verses have appeared in The New York Times, The Scotsman (Edinburgh), The Independent (London), The Telegraph (London), and many other venues. He wirtes primarily for Trinacria (New York) and the Society of Classical Poets (New York).

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