RIGIDITY

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THE
HOLY
MASS

The Holy Mass that cannot die
Was said amidst the oaks
While pin-oak leaves came floating down
Around the simple folks

Who knelt upon the acorn floor
All dotted nutty brown
The acorns cracked and old knees snapped
Yet still there was no sound...

But the tinkling of the golden bells
As the White Host Son rose high
On priestly limbs like mighty oaks
They branched up to the sky

And in that wood I laughed with joy
Amongst the souls bowed down
For the mighty oak was once a nut
That RIGIDLY held its ground.

So good young souls like acorn nuts
Must burrow all around
And be the seeds that sprout new oaks
O’er old bad men earth bound...

Where the Holy Mass, that cannot die
Is said around the oaks
While pin-oak leaves come floating down
For the WHOLE Faith, Catholic folks!