CATHOLIC PRIESTHOOD

UPON THIS ROCK

Weary, weary,
On this earth,
Shielding souls
Beyond their worth.

Few are grateful,
Some regress,
Others, proud,
They won't confess,

When the waves
Break on the shore
Warning them
What is before.

Established
You, stand on this rock,
'Gainst the gales
'Fore those who mock,

Facing squalls
They cannot see,
But all behold
Your bended knee.

Few will follow,
Some deny,
Oblivious
They won't comply.

Then a blue moon,
Saffron sun,
Come together
As though they're one.

Fingers blessed
With Holy Oil,
You lift the Light…
Sun moon recoil.

Blinding many
Opening eyes
Contradiction
Most despise.

But on this rock,
Eroded-rife,
You stand your ground
Opposing strife.

Between the storms
And sheep you block
The tempest winds
That hurt the flock.

With outstretched arms
The daily crux,
You nail the Truth
So never in flux,

Never will lie,
Only can free,
Upon this rock,
Catholicity.