THE
ELEPHANT
IN
THE
LIVING
ROOM
I'm Eucharistic
Minister
At Mass I dress
In style
You act as though
That's sinister
I lead all down
The aisle.
I see my son
But twice a year
He prays and studies
Hours
In cassock-black
Men laugh and jeer
Though mocking
Just empowers.
I'm Eucharistic
Minister
At Mass I dress
In style
You act as though
That's sinister
And loyal
I'll dance awhile.
Empowers him
To pray say yes
Receive and be
Anointed
These other Christs lay hands
And bless
Melchisedech
Appointed.
I'm Eucharistic
Minister
At Mass I dress
In style
You act as though
That's sinister
Why we're priests
Rank and file.
Through Masses, rosaries
Teary eyes
If Christ calls all
My boys
They'll go but not
Support your lies
A meal with lots
Of noise.
I'm Eucharistic
Minister
At Mass I dress
In style
You act as though
That's sinister
We're having fun
Just smile.
Three years he's slaved
Four more to go
Each year he's
Farther away
And that's so we
Can learn and know
His life for Christ
He'll lay.
I'm Eucharistic
Sinister
At Mass I dress
In style
And all can be a minister
Diabolically
Disorienting
To beguile!
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3 comments:
Brava! I like this one! Not what I expected! Your two seminarians (come next year) will be in my prayers.
A poem in good style. But Agnes Regina lives? Oh, won't you resurrect Tradcats? I really enjoyed that blog!
I do live, (and my word, I missed this comment!) But TradCats seems to be sort of dead, I fear... I haven't even been inspired to write much poetry this senior year, between practicing for my senior recital, auditioning for grad school, and moving to join the family down south. However, I will see what I can do, and try to convince the others to help! :)
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