No one in the end is happy with me.
I tire myself out with schedules and Masses,
Writing and trying to serve all classes.
It’s never enough though, there’s always something
Lacking; it’s beyond my ken, comprehension;
Scorned by the culture, even religious men.
Devil be gone with my middle finger!
Jesus Christ I trust, you’re the only one,
To love me as I am, a beloved son.
Gary Edward Geraci
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- Comment from author about the poem: Catholic’s commonly cross themselves using the middle finger dipped in holy water. “You ask me why I always recommend, with such insistence, the daily use of holy water. I could give you many reasons. But none better than that of the Saint of Avila: 'From nothing do evil spirits flee more, never to return, than from holy water.'” St. JoseMaria Escriva, The Way, No. 572
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Comments1
Erm, there's a worldly gesture using the middle finger too - oops!
A guy at one church, not specifically RC, was so busy crossing himself and bowing during preparation, that I thought 'You'll be worn out by the time the Service starts!' Doh! Up and down like a jack-in-the-box.
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