Northern Beauty

This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Barnabas Ney.

Northern Beauty

I once did pack my bags and sally forth
When I sought solitude and tranquility.
I said, “I’ll sail up some inlet to the north.”
I up-anchored and shouted excitedly,
            “The North! The North!”
Past many treacherous shoals, rocks and isles,
I sailed in unquiet peace or fearful calm.
Then up some wild, grand inlet for many miles,
And I heard the forests sing their lilting psalm,
            “The Wild! The Wild!”
Through the virescent water I did glide
Until faced with a wondrous waterfall
That fell like diamonds into an emerald tide.
Sharp, superior, commanding was its call,
            “Look up! Look up!”
And as my eyes climbed the towering rampart
Of snow-capped crags which stood proud as lofty kings,
I stood like mist in the wind, awe in my heart.
Moved are the eyes and the soul that softly sings,
            “Praise God! Praise God!”

Originally appeared in Shadows by Moonlight: An Anthology of Verse from Young Canadians.

Barnabas Ney fell in love with poetry at the age of 11 through a school assignment. He had ten poems published in Canadian anthologies of verse and won several national prizes for his age category. Now, at twenty-three with an MA in Economic Policy from McMaster University, he desires to share his love for God though all things beautiful and especially through poetry. 

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Jeffrey Essmann, ICL Poetry Curator To submit poetry to be considered for the Catholic Poetry Room, visit our submission guidelines page.

Jeffrey Essmann is Poetry Editor for and always searching for the best Catholic poetry from today's poets as well as those of the past.

Jeffrey is an essayist and poet living in New York. His work has appeared in numerous magazines and literary journals, among them America Magazine, Dappled Things, the St. Austin Review and The Road Not Taken. He is a Benedictine oblate of Mt. Saviour Monastery.

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