This culture that molds men like soft clay soils
Prompts the dread doubts the doomed devil will lead:
Rebellions, defections, people to weed
Out from the ranks of paradise, Hell boils
Hot with corrupt priests and bishops their toils
Assisted by legions of demons whose deed
Destroyed all but the domestic church. seed
Sown in the married couple, their grace foils
These foul works, bombarded by day, refuge
Found in the home built on the rock of faith
Let the workplace and school spill a great deluge
Into the moat, high fortress dry, the feint
Foiled for now, though small in stature but huge
In number, the family makes the Saint.
Gary Edward Geraci