Holy Mother Church

SHE IS THE SHIP

She is the ship
That I must sail
Past rainbow sunsets
Washed-out, pale.

She is the house
Where I must dwell
Before the final
Tolling bell.

She is the ark
I must maintain
'Gainst forty years
Of modern reign.

She is the Mother
I the child,
Wild and weak
She so mild.

She is the bride
Apostolic one
Holy Catholic
Wed to Son.

She is the virgin,
Ever womb,
Imparting Life
That we consume.

Her pulsing cord
Of anchored might
Preserves His Blood
To bleed us white.

She is the ship
Who stays the course
Toward purple sunset’s…
Majestic Force!