The Round Tower Review

Children of Zion: Home and place in the Psalter On a recent visit to Enniskillen Castle it became apparent that Fermanagh could be considered the home of Christianity in Ireland. At least, Christianity’s early home in Ireland. Indeed, there were some excellent models, pictures and examples of Round Towers in which early Irish Christians took […]

Made for the Land It is telling that J.R.R. Tolkien introduced the world to hobbits by first identifying their place in Middle-earth. He began The Hobbit with, “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy […]

Said the Robin to the Oak Tree:“Friend, I think that you must beThe saddest living thingThat the world has ever seen. Just look at me, and you’ll see why:I catch the wind and soar on highWhile you stay rooted to the groundAnd wave your silly branches. I’ve seen beyond the mountain topsAnd fields full up […]

At home in Stoke Newington Church Street: Pentecost Darkness in those weeks beforehand, thick and almost opaque, which had covered our part of the city, it weighed upon our minds.  That darkness momentarily pressed down upon me as I stood, half-awake, glancing at the frayed and torn curtain, remembering the sign of the blood.  But that had been […]

Ars poetica I believe it was T.S. Eliot who quipped that a poet who defines poetry is really describing his own poetry[i].  I wish neither to undertake such a hazardous enterprise as defining poetry, nor to add to the rubbish heap of definitions that have been advanced, scrutinised, defended, and eventually discarded. At the same time, […]

The awakening: An anthological dialogue Marco Barone is book coordinator at the Reformed Free Publishing Association, author of Luther’s Augustinian Theology of the Cross, and an independent scholar who pursued postgraduate studies in the Republic of Ireland and in Northern Ireland Agostino was very happy that he happened to be in Naples at the same time that Giosué […]

“I’ll wait, but hardly bear to wait” I’ll wait, but hardly bear to wait, Until the veil is gathered in And stored away forever, never More to shroud the earth, cloak-like, again. These dull, tired eyes, yet brought to life Which look and hope beyond what’s seen Still strain with every ounce to pierce And […]