LONG-SKIRTS

LONG-SKIRTS
We laugh because we believe!!

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THE BLACK SAILS
The boys are back!!

Monday, April 14, 2014

Sub-Deaconate SSPX 2014





THE
STORM

Clouds positioned
Purpled
Towards the Church
They raced

Inside
Purple drapings
O’er the statues
Graced

Each man with
His candle
Prepared his vow
To make

When suddenly
Ferocious winds
Upon the roof
Did break

The shrieking gale
The pounding rains
Lightning struck
The ground

Splitting trees
Thunder torn
But inside
Peace abound

Laying down
Their lives like Christ
Prostrate
On the floor

The tempest hammered
Bruised and beat
Thrashing ‘gainst
Church door

And then each man
Took his stand
His fiat
Loud and firm

The roaring stopped
The moaning dropped
The storm did take
A turn

For these are men
Not against –
But soaring high
Above

And even nature
Silents herself…
Before man
New in Christ’s love

Monday, April 7, 2014

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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Presentation in the Temple




THE
DIVINE
DISTURBER

“And so the thoughts of many hearts shall be made manifest.” (Luke 2:35)

She would never again
Lift the Child’s hands
Without seeing a shadow
Of nails.

Provoking hearts
To evil or good
The Divine Disturber
Entails.

The sun shines on
Wax and softens,
On mud, cracks,
Becomes hard.

“And so the thoughts
Of many hearts…”
Reflect the Light of the World
Or become charred.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Archbishop Kaigama




THE
ONYX
STONE

"and the gold of that land is good: there is … the onyx stone.” (Genesis 2:12)

Semi-precious Priest
Of stone
Jet-black onyx
Skin on bone.

Somber strength
The Mass, the tone,
Your sacrifice
Our souls we hone.

A pitch-dark deep
All Souls Mass said
Your very first
To free the dead.

“Gold of that land”
Kenya’s own --
Melchisedech’s new
Onyx stone!

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Eye of the TIBRE!!!



THE
DEACON’S
ROAR

I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath
Scared to rock the Barque and make a mess
So I sat quietly, obeyed politely
Ignored what learned in Baltimore
Forgot the Church that’s marked by Four
I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything

You made me sit, but I knelt down
Dusty sandals brushed on ground
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Roaring Rosaries all around
You made me sit, but I knelt down
Get ready ‘cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now

We’ve caught the eye of the Tibre, we’re fighters, dancing through the fire
‘Cause we are Catholic and we’re gonna say our “Roar” sries
Louder,louder than the lion
‘Cause we are Catholic and they’re gonna hear us roar

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
They’re gonna hear us roar

Blogs are flyin’ like a butterfly
Stinging like a bee for Truth we’ll die
They call you zero, but you’re a hero

They made you stop, but you kneel down
Dusty sandals brushed on ground
They hear your voice, they hate that sound
Like lightening gonna strike Hell’s hound
They made you stop, but you kneel down
Get ready ‘cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now

We’ve caught the eye of the Tibre, we’re fighters, dancing through the fire
‘Cause we are Catholic and we’re gonna say our “Roar” sries
Louder, louder than the lion
‘Cause we are Catholic and they’re gonna hear us roar

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
They’re gonna hear us roar…

Ro-oar, ro-ar, ro-ar, ro-ar, “Roar”sries!!!


with apologies to Katy Perry’s, ROAR
(“even a stopped watch is right twice a day”)

Friday, March 7, 2014

Fisher-More




MORE
ASH
WEDNESDAYS

In the graveyard
Litter tosses
Winds blow o’er
Frozen mosses

Hard cold ground
Ashen gray
Stands a soul
This March Wednesday

Stands before
A tombstone, prays
On the grave
Some roses, lays

Her greatest gift
A rose from God
Marking prayers
Upon this sod

Graveyard keeper’s
Shadowy cloud
Picks up rose
“It’s not allowed.”

In the graveyard
Winds blow dust
From keeper’s pocket
Drops some crust.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

FASHIONISTAS!!!




FAITH
FASHIONISTA

"Old Mass? Just a kind of fashion!"


When Masses were mellow
Every Priest, a real fellow
No need to remember when
‘Cause ev’ry thing old is new again.

Daily, the Sacrifice of the Mass
What-a-ya know, it didn’t pass
We still pray now like they did then
Ev’ry thing old is new again.

Get out your rosary, your black and white veils
Let’s go backwards as the modern mess fails
And the Latin words you thought were long dead
You’ll find in your missal, English black, Latin red.

Don’t throw the past away
It’s your foundation as the new fashions sway
The True Faith’s intended, intended for men
When ev’ry thing old is new again.

So get your rosary, your black and white veils
Put it in backward when forward fails
Leave the new fashion designers alone
Be the Faith’s fashionista on your own.

And don’t throw the past away
Absolute Truth will forever stay
“Behold! I make all things new.” so then…
Ev’ry thing old is new again!

Saturday, February 1, 2014

a Child's death



THE
CONSUMMATOR

“It is consummated.” (St. John 19, 30)

In holy love
She’ll consummate
The woman’s womb
Does monthly wait.

A soul whose heart
Will beat and bleed
Through little body’s
Gift, God’s seed.

Her agonizing
Ripped and torn
A flood of blood
Her child is born.

Creating still
Breasts with cream
Consummate mother
Reigns supreme.

Then sudden-shock
God’s gift He’ll call
She cries, “Have pity!”
Then falls the pall.

While death in love
Is a mercy severe
It’s death of love
That we should fear.

For Christ Who died
Upon His cross
Like bloody birth
Came Life not loss.

The clock struck three
But no evil got her
Like Christ’s Mother you’re forever…
A consum-Mater!