Tuesday, January 26, 2016


                   Father Brown is both a priest and sleuth
                   Who’s constantly embroiled in mysteries
                   On whom it falls to ferret out the truth
                   Eluding all police inquiries.
                   Ironically, it takes a devious mind,
                   Perhaps one schooled in the confessional,
                   To know how heinous plots may be divined
                   Better than a law professional.
                   Though always flummoxed by the priest’s success,
                   The Chief Inspector never grants respect
                   To one whose work’s to hear people confess
                   And thereby learns the better to detect
                        The subtle ways that evil works its will,
                        Exposed at last by Brown’s uncanny skill.