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