Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Judgment Songs

Fair warning! You don’t have to read this if you think that in our country and the Church everything is hunky dory. If you find the judgment songs offensive, they are, and so is the state of our society.


“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter” [Isaiah 5:20]!

Let Them Be Called Anathema : Priests, Princes, Prophets, and People.
[Ezekiel 22:23-31].

The Jaded Land

Anywhere we go throughout this jaded land
The faithless huddle in buildings made of stone,
Or brick, or board; their houses built on sand,
Crustacean shells for flesh and blood and bone
Shielding those who flee from God’s clear command.
There’s no life, no living among such dead,
No prophetic voices, no angelic singing,
No humble hearts for whom the Blood was shed.
Bishops, priests, deacons, people, cry no bitter tear.
All alike to the wicked world are clinging,
They will reap the whirlwind and despair.
Ichabod!  Their glory has departed!
They have no future, their past’s beyond repair.
Lo! They reject the Word with hearts undaunted.

To them the Word of God is clear, “These things you have done, and I have been silent; you thought that I was one like yourself. But now I rebuke you and lay the charge before you” [Psalm 50:21 ESV]. 

Blind Lust is a Fool to Wanton Gaze

Blind lust is a fool to wanton gaze
At emptiness tricked out to daze
Not heeding the emptiness within.
What soul lies behind those wanton eyes,
Decked out with death and dead’ning lies?
That breast uplifted, those silken thighs,
Those welcoming arms, those hidden harms,
Bid the blind unwary enter in.
The fool enters through the gate of pleasure
Tasting the lascivious fruit of sin,
Not seeing death its hidden treasure.
Blind lust is a fool to wanton gaze
At emptiness tricked out to daze,
Heeding not the nothingness within.

Remember that “death lies close by the gate of pleasure” [St. Benedict], at least certain types of pleasure.

The Wicked Nod and Smile

The wicked nod, smiling ever sweetly
And the simple smile in glad return
Not knowing those wicked smiles will burn.      
Even though the wicked man acts comely
His hidden intent is often deadly.
To control you alone his heart doth yearn,
For this he labours, that your heart should churn.
He controls when he treats you cruelly,
For he knows when you by fears are ridden
His own fears may be quietly hidden.
Wicked is as wicked does, smiles mean nothing,
Control is all. Over you he’s flaunting
Usurpation of your private power
For when you are weaker, he is stronger.

Always write what you know? This is one of the things I know; that there are wicked men and women, even as there are many who are good. Sometimes what you don’t know can hurt you.  

Lecher Priest

God save us all, we have a lecher priest
Whose every word and smile is oily sweet,
Whose love denying love is just a cheat,
Whose words and actions show his inner beast.
He did not start thus, no, not in the least.
He once longed with ev’ry trembling heartbeat
To be a star, to be a true athlete,
Presiding at the altar and the feast.
His heart was never silver, only tin,
His feet were partly iron, partly clay
When he began to show the beast within.
Hidden within his heart was sad dismay
And all alone he faced his inner sin.
Where was the Church upon that fateful day?


The child was bothersome,
So she slapped it up
the side of the head
and it yowled,
which bothered her
even more
her control
which she barely had.
So she slapped it up
the side of the head
Then the child grew up
never understanding
why it bothered her so much
when her child was bothersome.
So she slapped it up
the side of the head
and it yowled
which bothered her
even more
her control
which she barely had.

Jesus tells us that whatever we do to others we do also to him (Matthew 25:40).  This applies not only to feeding the hungry, giving the thirsty a drink, welcoming strangers, clothing the naked, and visiting the sick and those in prison.  It also has a broader application to issues such as child abuse.  The voices of the Church, the voices of you and me, need to be heard, and where we can, we are responsible for reporting abuse, and for education.

The Trumpet

What glad trumpet shall my soul awaken
When the pillars of the earth are shaken?
What resonating tones will sound
Gathering all my moldy bones around?
What ringing cry shall tear asunder
Heaven and Earth in awesome wonder?
Shall I be glad?  Shall you be sad?
When the angels come to sort the good, the bad?
Surely, clearly, when all is said and done,
When eternity’s new day has now begun,
Naught of human evil shall endure
But only those whose humble hearts are pure.
He seeks the poor, the maimed, the halt, the blind,
He calls home the ones whose tender hearts are kind.

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