{"id":13,"date":"2009-03-30T15:56:58","date_gmt":"2009-03-30T20:56:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jamiestanthony.com\/blog\/?page_id=13"},"modified":"2011-12-29T12:19:38","modified_gmt":"2011-12-29T20:19:38","slug":"poetry","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/jamiestanthony.com\/blog\/poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"

AN OBSERVATION<\/strong><\/h2>\n

By Jamie Saint Anthony<\/p>\n

Good Saint Pat in days of yore
\nstood stalwart on the Irish shore
\nand drove all snakes from Eire’s green sod
\n(and did so by the power of God!)<\/em><\/p>\n

How wonderful and grand ‘twould be
\nif God would raise a saint for we
\nwho from the church and state would drive
\nall snake and vermin now alive- into the sea…<\/em><\/p>\n

I’d voice a hymn- if I could see one bishop swim! <\/em><\/p>\n

THE QUESTION<\/strong><\/h2>\n

By Jamie Saint Anthony<\/p>\n

See Me come to save the world
\nborn in Bethlehem
\nOf the fragrant, Mystic Rose
\nof that rose the Stem<\/em><\/p>\n

See me follow Joseph’s word
\nworking with my hands
\nSee Me, the very Son of God
\nobey a son of man<\/em><\/p>\n

See Me now condemned to die
\nsee Me take the cross
\nSee Me walk to Calvary
\nsee Me fill your loss<\/em><\/p>\n

See Me fastened to the wood
\nsee Me lifted high
\nSee them laugh and spit at Me
\nsee My Mother cry<\/em><\/p>\n

See her meekly standing there
\nsee her spirit ache
\nSee the sword of sorrow plunge
\nsee her poor heart break<\/em><\/p>\n

See the nails inside my hands
\nsee them cruelly torn
\nSee My tortured, injured feet
\nsee My crown of thorn<\/em><\/p>\n

See the wounds the scourging gave
\nsee Me do your part
\nSee Me drink the chalice dry
\nsee My bleeding Heart<\/em><\/p>\n

Yes, see My child where I am-
\nnailed upon a tree!
\nNow tell Me, dearest little one
\nwho loves you more than ME?<\/em><\/p>\n

PRAYER BEFORE A CRUCIFIX<\/strong><\/h2>\n

By Jamie Saint Anthony<\/p>\n

My Jesus, once again I come
\npleading grace from Thee
\nBehold Thy lost and lonely child
\nbe merciful to me <\/em><\/p>\n

I know there have been many times
\nthat I’ve rejected Thee
\nBut still, with contrite heart I beg
\nbe merciful to me <\/em><\/p>\n

Amid temptations, doubts and fears
\nI still remember Thee
\nAnd cry with sorrow keen and true
\nbe merciful to me <\/em><\/p>\n

Sweet Saviour, see my sorry state
\nhow I have need of Thee
\nAnd in Thy loving kindness, oh
\nbe merciful to me <\/em><\/p>\n

For ‘neath Thy cross I kneel, dear Christ
\nand give my heart to Thee
\nOh, for Thy bleeding, broken Heart
\nbe merciful to me <\/em><\/p>\n

Yes, from Thy cross bend down, my Lord
\nforever I praise Thee
\nAnd give Thee thanks, because Thou art
\nSo merciful to me! <\/em><\/p>\n

Amen<\/p>\n

WHY?<\/strong><\/h2>\n

By Jamie Saint Anthony<\/p>\n

Why did they change it?
\nOh, please tell me why!
\nFrom Tridentine richness
\nTo English so dry<\/em><\/p>\n

From candles and incense
\nand beautiful smells
\nFrom vestments and statues
\nand heavenly bells<\/em><\/p>\n


\nFrom marble and velvet
\nand silver and gold
\nFrom silence and music
\nand truths rightly told<\/p>\n

To plywood and plastic
\nand big, ugly rugs
\nTo giggles and, oh yes
\ncompulsory hugs<\/em><\/p>\n


\nTo priests wearing bed sheets
\nand preaching of fun
\nAnd heretics pleased to
\nbe flapping their gums<\/em><\/p>\n


\nTo nuns without habits
\n(they’ve eschewed the veil
\nOne sees by their actions
\nthey’d rather be male)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nTo music so banal
\nit can’t lift the heart
\nThree notes and a chord change
\n(they call this stuff art?)<\/em><\/p>\n


\nTo lay people touching
\nthe once Sacred Host
\nThis sacrilege now is
\ntheir favorite boast<\/em><\/p>\n


\nTo standing and sitting
\nwhere once we had knelt
\nTo Masses for kiddies
\nand banners of felt<\/em><\/p>\n


\nTo sermons that sadden
\nthe Heart of the Lord
\nWhose Mother’s rejected
\nWhose laws are ignored<\/em><\/p>\n


\nTo scandal on scandal
\nOh, dear Lord how long?
\nThe Church is a shambles —
\nSomething’s drastically wrong!<\/em><\/p>\n


\nThe Novus Ordo (nervous Disorder)
\nthat now rules the day
\nThat empties the churches
\nbut says it’s the way<\/em><\/p>\n


\nThat decimates Orders
\nthat cannot make saints
\nThat does not proclaim
\nthe true Catholic Faith<\/p>\n

Has shown us all one thing
\nundoubtedly true:
\nROTTEN ARE THE FRUITS
\nOF VATICAN TWO!!<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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