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?
Relax. It’s nobody you know! Or is it? Everybody is going to wonder who I have in
mind. Nobody specific, well at least,
nobody in the same time zone. Be careful before you try to apply this to someone you think you know. Always remember that for priests, ministry is a contact sport that's not always fair.
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