The urge to be a Franciscan,
To the ends my service would extend,
To serve as a Dominican,
Despite the frequent faults of men.
I’d pray as a Benedictine,
Though You’re in need of nothing,
Or gather as a Vincentian,
Because You’re kingdom has no end.
So while the world turns to fables
And lusts to make their truth,
The truth that turns the tables
Is that our God is not aloof.
I don’t have to join a new order
Or pledge a vow to Opus Dei,
For Christ seeks me like a lover
And wills to keep me ‘long the Way.
Gary Edward Geraci
- Author: Gary Edward Geraci ( Offline)
- Published: October 8th, 2021 16:09
- Comment from author about the poem: Quatrains with end rhymes …
- Category: Love
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Comments1
A fine write Gary.
I'm not familiar with Vincentians, though a Franciscan called at tea-time one day - did he?! lol.
There's good in the monastic orders, I feel. Some say it's escapism from the 'world'. Some may reply 'yes, but in a good way'.
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