M. Scrivener - September, 2002.
The shackles of years
were finally cut: ‘let’s be free in what we do but don’t tell all,
it would be too much
for these sheep
and lambs - they surely would falter
- so make the
road easy to the slaughter’.
Let’s start with ‘Peace
be with you’ before Communion, shake hands, or kiss, will add confusion.
And as they stroll
to where altar rails once stood, and obey instruction - ‘don’t kneel,
stand’- they would
do as Father said “cos he’s a priest - he knows all - knows what he’s
doing even if his order is tall.
As sheep just follow
where ‘ere led - always trusting - so the flock were totally fed
On things that
first had unwelcome taste, but over time, shock waves depleted God’s Grace.
Ah! Yes, those
waves hit shore with Ooh! No! What next! Father said this or that - was
it taken out of context?
and teaches us well on Vatican Two; we feel the freedom and ease he tells.
‘Twas so stuffy
and serious up to Council years — prayers, sodalities, sin and confessional
Sunday Mass is a clap-along
treat; the youth enjoy guitars and hippie songs, so up-beat.
And Father has
us laughing explaining pre-Vatican Two; out-dated teachings now for me
Father does a different act - every Parish is free to do this or that:
So bring on the
clowns and liturgical dancing, throw out reverence, awe, and substitute
Now this allows
free comment to be made and ecumenical/dialogue foundations laid.
and us have a friendly time - we get on well - they don’t think of conscience
or speak of Hell;
They don’t read
the Saints with tales of woe, so to all religions we certainly can go.
The Tabernacle is hidden
from view - the walls are bare - ‘tis modern, ‘tis new.
Once hung there the Stations of the Cross - Father showed who was the
Who wants those statues; let’s toss them out; get rid of the crucifix;
Protestantise; let’s shout -
We're free from Revelation so-called, we're free to review our own fall.
No, there’s no Fall for us, we’re all going to Heaven - all religions
there - no worry of Sacraments seven.
This New Church says do as you wish - no sin - confessionals; do they
Poor priests and nuns - the remaining few - have lost their dignity, and
sadly, their Faith, too.
The Priest does not say, I’m Father Brown, it’s just, ‘call me Joe,aro
und this town.’
Poor priest has lost that special respect; he’s now so brash: a refinement!
Manners! courtesy! - who wants that trash?
We all belong
to this community of God - going our way - but not along the path He trod.
And when this Modernism
ceases to be,
Heaven will open
for all peoples to see
Wonder, Awe of Tradition,
The saving Grace
And the words of Our
Lady will be known world-wide;
children to gather and kneel by her side...
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