About the Poem
After having taken part in the historic Silence Stops Now rally in Baltimore, in 2018, I wanted to write a piece about it... but I just couldn't find the words to truly express how I felt, especially after the whole McCarrick scandal that had occurred that year. But I was finally able to write this poem. This poem expresses the deepest heartaches felt by so many Faithful Catholics today. Faithful Catholic's today have a great battle to fight, because not only are they fighting their own vices and working for sainthood, as all God's children are called to do, but they are fighting on two more fronts as well .... the violent, perverse, anti-God secular world and the vast number of Catholic cowards inside the Church Herself. What a heartache to see our Holy Mother Church suffer so!
While I wrote this poem I imagined that powerful photo taken by Héctor Rondón Lovera, titled, "Aid From The Padre" from June 2, 1962, where a dying soldier in clinging onto a priest in a cassock in the middle of the street. The priest is looking away, perhaps at an enemy, looking fightened himself, but he clings onto the soldier. It sometimes feels like we are like this soldier, clinging to Holy Mother Church, who is also in danger, but is there anyway, holding onto us in the battlefield. It also reminded me of the many faithful clergy who are out there who are suffering greatly. Please pray for them!
"Aid from the Padre" Photo from Wikipedia. This work is in the public domain in the United States.
The Real Life Horror the Poem is Lamenting
In case its difficult for some people to understand what the poem is lamenting, I will elaborate a little bit.
Today, scandal after scandal continue to plague the Church from the inside as well as the outside. But its the ones on the inside that hurt the most, because its from our spiritual fathers who have fallen, not just a random stranger in the world. Not only are we seeing a great number of clergy who are brazenly promoting Homosexuality and "Transgenderism," not just in Germany but all over the world, but we also are seeing Bishops cover up for the crimes of their priests, even in some conservative groups. Is nothing sacred anymore??
We were refused Holy Mass and Communion in 2020-2021, and not because we were in a state of public mortal sin, which according to Canon Law is the only time Communion can and should be refused to a Catholic soul... (Can. 915 Those upon whom the penalty of excommunication or interdict has been imposed or declared, and others who obstinately persist in manifest grave sin, are not to be admitted to holy communion.) but we now watch helplessly as Catholic pro-abortionists are given Holy Communion and committ the more egregious crime, sacrilege, for which Jesus said to St. Bridget, "There does not exist on earth a punishment which is great enough to punish it sufficiently!"
We have seen white-washed walls of Churches, irreverence during Mass and heard the same syrupy hippy tunes plenty long enough to desire more for the worship of Christ. We desire more reverence and beauty! Yet we are mocked by our own brothers for desiring this? Does this desire to give God reverence and beauty make them feel attacked? And if so, how???
There are times when life truly feels dystopian. It simply cannot be real that a priest, a priest of God, given such holy power and dignity, acts as so many do these days. Priests who have been caught using Grindr (a gay hookup app, which by the way the priest was reinstated by his bishop!), priests who are abusers (and not just of children, but post-pubescent males are the most at risk according to the John Jay Report, which reported over 80% of abuses were same-sex.) Because of the lack of faith and the terrible example from these corrupt clergy, the number of Catholics who accept "LGBT" is horrifying. In 2020 Pew Research showed that the MAJORITY OF CATHOLICS approve of homosexuality!
Note also the group "New Ways Ministry" which is condemned by the Catholic Church, is still in full effect and has a list of Catholic Churches participating in its foul and filthy behavior. There are even, and I shudder to even type it out, "Gay" Catholic Masses that occur. What new blasphemy can we think up next? And Father Frank Pavone is the one who gets booted from the priesthood??
If we go back and read such beautiful literature concerning the holy office of the priesthood, we would shudder all the more! Its no wonder that St. Peter Damien came down so hard on the issue of sodomy in the priesthood when he helped reformed the Church back in the day!! "Among St. Peter Damian's most famous writings is his lengthy treatise, Letter 31, the Book of Gomorrah (Liber Gomorrhianus), containing the most extensive treatment and condemnation by any Church Father of clerical pederasty and homosexual practices."(1) Where he decries the audacity of men who are "habituated to the filth of this festering disease," and yet dare to present themselves for holy orders, or if already ordained, remain in office. Yes those are his words. And he is a Doctor of the Church.
This poem, below, captures an aching heart of the Faithful of Christ. But we must also be reminded, that we have been warned of this. Christ said, "If the world hate you, know ye, that it hath hated me before you. If you had been of the world, the world would love its own: but because you are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you." (John 15: 18 - 19) We must remember His words, "(U)pon this rock I will build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it." (Matt 16 : 18) Note the word "prevail." Another word for "prevail" is "conquer," or "triumph." It denotes a struggle, a war even, but also a defeat for the demons of Hell, for they "shall NOT prevail." And finally, let us remember the words of our Queen, "Finally, in the end, my Immaculate Heart will triumph!" and “Pray, pray a great deal and make sacrifices for sinners, for many souls go to hell because they have no one to pray for them.”
The Poem: "Nostalgia for the Bride"
Where have You gone? Bride of the Creator.
Am I standing alone, will You return later?
Are we left for dead? On the edge of a razor?
And what are we left with? Satan’s smoke & his vapors,
They said that its fine, but my Love, are they lying?
The Churches are left with no trace of Divine,
no space left for Christ, white spaces disguised,
We’re told tasteless lies from the pulpit is fine.
“Be nice, there’s no need for more soldiers of Christ.”
We want to be Saints not give up till we die!
Tradition’s a prize, sold to skeptics online,
Modernism replaces Your doctrines worldwide,
Your artwork and laces, are burned & despised,
What’s left of Your beauty is then chastised,
grey faces and lies, left behind to remind,
that we’ve lost the fight, now its time to unwind.
We live as if blind, yet are told to be kind,
“be unfaithful” they said, “and don’t dare ask us why.
The Church is now greater, sit down and be nice.”
Yet hard as we try, we can’t help but mock it,
this man-centered circus, of worshipping profit,
they work to accomplish, greater gain for their pockets,
no souls to reap harvest, just keep them responsive,
don’t tell them hard truths, just smile and be quiet.
“Life is not a great battle,” we hear from the pulpit,
“It’s not about rules, or nostalgic old habits”
Sweet Bride hush the riot, tell us You’re still near,
we beg this charade to just disappear,
So many are lost and of sin have no fear,
Your teachings now twisted; they’ve made them unclear.
Your Princes’ are stained, high up in their towers.
Little ones at their weakest, rightly asked those in power,
what to do in this world, at this darkening hour.
They thought it was safe, near the Bishops empowered,
holding their miters, but all becomes sour,
little ones were devoured, violated, deflowered,
with nothing left, and alone with no power,
left to walk this world tainted, feeling so jaded,
wondering if the faith was baited, and how many fake it?
Is Faith a lie? or were they mistaken?
What does love mean? I’m asking here, shaken,
because now it’s all fine, they say, but they’re lying,
and nobody cares if we’re alive or we’re dying,
and the ones who violate are allowed to keep trying,
still left on the prowl, hunting, hurting, conniving.
Do they think that we’re lying, Or are we insane?
The victims are hugged but then asked to play games,
be part of their club, just don’t start naming names.
We don’t want the fame, we’re not part of their game,
we just wanted Christ, but that’s not what they gave,
we came for the Cross and they gave us a fake,
we begged for the Faith, and now we’re thrown away.
Unnatural ways, deep inside them ablaze,
but if nothing will change, we all surely will pay.
It is time, Bride of Christ, perhaps this is the day?
That Christ will choose to come fix all this pain?
Not just bodily aches, but the mortal sins fate!
How many, we pray, that in mercy You’d save,
before the time stops and it will be too late.
We must live as the Saints, whom we venerate,
every day from holiness, we cannot dare stray.
We must never lose hope, and earnestly we wait.