Putin at Christmas mass (Russian government photo)‘In the Name of Whose God’ and Other Poetry by Paulette Calasibetta The Society September 15, 2025 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 7 Comments . In the Name of Whose God “If only it were all so simple! If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being and who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?” —Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Roots of war sown from a biblical past; seize possession with power to cast battles for borders, lines drawn in sand; bombs sear the sky and scorch arid land. In the name of whose God, are prayers being said; innocent hostages amongst the dead. The mournful dove, on stilled broken wings; no olive branch in a peace offering. In the name of whose God, does justice lie, in solidarity they comply, in creeds resolute, without concession; ethos fuels hostile aggression. Allegiant perceptions in blind belief; locked in the abyss of abject grief. In the Name of whose God will there be peace? . . Winter Solstice Silos stand like sentinels, in the drifting snow; Rusty barn door hinges, yawning down below. Cloistered cows muse, in solemn hymns of rite; Earth curls under flannels, robed in frosty white. Bleating lambs lay down, innocent and meek; Birds seek arms of shelter, in a lofty peak. Pastures stilled, as sharper shadows begin to fall; Evening richly draped us in a woven shawl. . . Paulette Calasibetta is a retired interior designer. Her poetry has appeared on line and in print in numerous journals and anthologies. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. ***Read Our Comments Policy Here*** 7 Responses Mary Gardner September 15, 2025 “Winter Solstice” is a calm, beautiful depiction. In the third stanza, the bleating lambs should “lie” down, not “lay,” to maintain the present tense throughout. Reply Paulette Calasibetta September 15, 2025 Thank you Mary, I appreciate your comments and your critique of my oversight. Reply Paul Freeman September 15, 2025 The imagrry in Winter Solstice really captures the cold and dark of winter. I loved the ‘cloistered cows’. ‘In the Name of Whose God’ starts with a quote we should all dwell on. I was particularly taken by the mention of hostages. In many armed conflicts it’s the civilians who are held hostage one way or another by the combatants. And we always seem to bring God into the business of killing. I like the way your two poems balanced out the submission, Paulette, the abnormalcy of people battling people versus the normalcy of Nature testing Nature. Thanks for the reads Reply Peter Venable September 15, 2025 Much, much theology in your 1st poem, Whose God. Good crafted poem: I add none of the OT wars and carnage etc are found in the New Testament as the Prince of Peace strives to rule warring males’ hearts. “Communism” is a godless god, the State. Blessings to you. Reply Margaret Brinton September 15, 2025 Paulette, An artist should be at an easel painting your beautiful “Winter Solstice”! Reply Roy Eugene Peterson September 15, 2025 Paulette, you have a gift for writing memorable couplets that inspire and intrigue. You asked a great question in the first poem that was a starkly pointed arrow at humanity. “Winter Solstice” brought back memories of my time on the farm as a youngster in South Dakota. I could feel the shiver both from remembering how cold it was and how elegantly you described the situation. Reply Brian Yapko September 15, 2025 You have captured well the ancient roots of war. Your theme begs the question: is God ours or are we God’s? His Justice may look rather different from what mortals assume. Or as the old saying goes, men plan and God laughs. The “Solstice” language is gorgeous. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ
Mary Gardner September 15, 2025 “Winter Solstice” is a calm, beautiful depiction. In the third stanza, the bleating lambs should “lie” down, not “lay,” to maintain the present tense throughout. Reply
Paulette Calasibetta September 15, 2025 Thank you Mary, I appreciate your comments and your critique of my oversight. Reply
Paul Freeman September 15, 2025 The imagrry in Winter Solstice really captures the cold and dark of winter. I loved the ‘cloistered cows’. ‘In the Name of Whose God’ starts with a quote we should all dwell on. I was particularly taken by the mention of hostages. In many armed conflicts it’s the civilians who are held hostage one way or another by the combatants. And we always seem to bring God into the business of killing. I like the way your two poems balanced out the submission, Paulette, the abnormalcy of people battling people versus the normalcy of Nature testing Nature. Thanks for the reads Reply
Peter Venable September 15, 2025 Much, much theology in your 1st poem, Whose God. Good crafted poem: I add none of the OT wars and carnage etc are found in the New Testament as the Prince of Peace strives to rule warring males’ hearts. “Communism” is a godless god, the State. Blessings to you. Reply
Margaret Brinton September 15, 2025 Paulette, An artist should be at an easel painting your beautiful “Winter Solstice”! Reply
Roy Eugene Peterson September 15, 2025 Paulette, you have a gift for writing memorable couplets that inspire and intrigue. You asked a great question in the first poem that was a starkly pointed arrow at humanity. “Winter Solstice” brought back memories of my time on the farm as a youngster in South Dakota. I could feel the shiver both from remembering how cold it was and how elegantly you described the situation. Reply
Brian Yapko September 15, 2025 You have captured well the ancient roots of war. Your theme begs the question: is God ours or are we God’s? His Justice may look rather different from what mortals assume. Or as the old saying goes, men plan and God laughs. The “Solstice” language is gorgeous. Reply