THE
BLACK
SAILS
The power of the cassock
Is to lure
Like fishermen
To nets secure.
The power of the cassock
Ebony shine
A hull of hues
On deck Divine.
The power of the cassock
Anchors the man
Dead to the world
In his sea-span.
The power of the cassock
Weighted strength
Before the mast
It's linen length.
The power of the cassock
Sails your soul
To greater depths
From shallow shoal.
The power of the cassock
Captains' pure
The fishermen
Our land-locked cure.
Oh, how tragic is the Faith of most American Catholics today - but being of Irish descent "I have an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustains me through temporary periods of joy" such as these moments as W. B. Yeats might say.
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