Transalpine Redemptorists: Still a while, our Holy Father
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The latest peice from Papa Stronsay, Scotland, from the Transalpine Redemptorists, on the subject of the abdication of Pope Benedict XVl:

Still a While, our Holy Father

As for millions of others in the world today,
the day stopped still even before midday.
Thoughts focused on the lovable person of our Holy Father.
It was like hearing of his sudden death.

With sorrow and acceptance dueling with each other;
with the grace of his pontificate fast approaching its close,
I found consolation in knowing that we had obeyed
when he called us back to unity with him.

Our congregation's consolation
is that we listened to his Motu Proprio of 7 July 2007
We may have been the only SSPX group that committed itself to
action,
by returning to the heart of the Church in response to his request,
but in what concerns his person:
that we responded to his invitation,
is our chief consolation
at this time, when he is leaving us.

Without his appeal to us and the grace that went with it
~the voice of Christ speaking through Benedict~
without the call to life,
we would be in spiritual misery today.
If only all had answered!
We were not a great catch for the Fisher of Souls
we were but some little fish in the net of his pastoral charity.
Just a few strays that had heard the Shepherd's voice:
and he carried us on his shoulders!
Thank you Holy Father for all that you did for us;

Our Fisherman, our Shepherd, our Father
you have a great place in our hearts.

Soon then, our beloved Benedict will leave us.
The retired Pope retires to the monastic mountin
to pray for us a yet another Moses
Have we lost!?

Humanly we sorrow
supernaturally we gain

It is God's will
In His will is our peace.


http://papastronsay.blogspot.com/
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Rubbish poem. Mawkish and pedantic. What I find truly sad about this poem is the fact that it is so much better than the tripe that is peddled in the journals these days. Nota bene I do not object to the emotions of the poem, merely the author's decision to present them in such lame verse.

1. There is no pronounced theme or rhythm that is suggested as a thesis and continually reshaped toward some cathartic resolution.
2. Rhymes are weak, inconsistent, and do nothing to repair the defect of rhythm.
3. First two verses are especially bad...trite and abstract, project no image, rhythmically a disaster clashing rising with falling feet.
4. Generally way too many metaphors and similes insufficiently developed and "dueling with each other."
You get the point...
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(02-12-2013, 03:16 PM)St. Drogo Wrote: Rubbish poem. Mawkish and pedantic. What I find truly sad about this poem is the fact that it is so much better than the tripe that is peddled in the journals these days. Nota bene I do not object to the emotions of the poem, merely the author's decision to present them in such lame verse.

1. There is no pronounced theme or rhythm that is suggested as a thesis and continually reshaped toward some cathartic resolution.
2. Rhymes are weak, inconsistent, and do nothing to repair the defect of rhythm.
3. First two verses are especially bad...trite and abstract, project no image, rhythmically a disaster clashing rising with falling feet.
4. Generally way too many metaphors and similes insufficiently developed and "dueling with each other."
You get the point...

The writer of this piece will not likely gain success as a poet; on that we can agree. But I doubt that the writer cares about that, anyway. I like the gist of what is said, even if said imperfectly.
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