The Prayer of a Man Too Easily Distracted (After Sir Edward Dyer, but only the first line!)

From two years ago, but I still rather like it.

My mind to me a kingdom is
Where I, a sadly feeble king.
Try hard to rule my unruly thoughts;
While they rebel like anything.

Such plans I have for this and that
To learn, to teach, to write, to pray,
Thoughts say, "Why, what a brilliant plan!
But first we need a holiday."

And off they scoot in search of this
And that, but not the things I planned.
I lack the grit to drag them back,
A havering Hamlet, half unmanned.

So sitting downcast, weakly angry
At my own impotence, I pray,
"Lord, give me strength before procrast
-ination steals my life away."

Kermit Gosnell

I have read that, if Kermit Gosnell is found guilty, he faces execution. 

"A consummation devoutly to be wished" - by me for one.

The Fruity Fruits of Vatican Two

Into the fields to harvest
The fruits of Vatican II!

We are the Easter People
Who will the Church renew.
"What are these fruits," you ponder,
That you so keenly reap?"
We've Joy and Love and Wonder -
Let Faith and Reason sleep!


There were no fruits from doctrine
Or from obedience blind,
But we are now so fruity,
It sometimes blows our mind.
We speak in tongues and prophesy
"Yah! Bliffer Blaffer Bloo!"
The Spirit so baptises us,
That all we say is true.


We don't need popes and bishops
We've each got Direct Lines
To our heavenly Big Daddy,
So we are all divines.
When Roma loquitur, we know
Causa is not at end
We may accept Rome's opinion
If it matches the latest trend.


The Fathers of the Council
Said, "From the experts, seek
The wisdom of the worldly
The freedom of the freak!"
We've done it:  See how worldly
And freaky are we all!
At every Mass there's schmalz and slop -
Don't we just have a ball!


That lovely lady Brosselmans
Said Mass is like Diwali
Or Eid ul Fatr festival - 
That's really up our alley.
Now ours is really a shebang
With loud and joyful praise.
Who needs old-fashioned reverence
When we our voices raise


In Gibberish and rigmarole,
"Oh wazza wazza whizz!"
And pogo up and down the aisle
While the celebrant does his biz.
Oh sweet to the Ears of Abba dear
Is our loud hullabaloo,
A glorious Harvest Home for us,
We fruits of Vatican II!



(Tune: We Plough the Fields and Scatter")

Must-Read from The Bones

The Black Madonna of Jasna Góra. The scars on the face were inflicted by sacrilegious Swedish protestant invaders during the XVII century.

Lawrence England in his blog That the Bones You Have Crushed May Thrill has a beautiful post on England's need for Our Lady, The Lady the Country Needed is Still the Lady the Country Needs, and points out that she is already Queen of Poland.

You can hear the beautiful Polish Hymn Maryjo Królowa Polski (O Mary Queen of Poland) here or here.

Killing Off the Customers - Smart Idea!

Well worth reading. 

Why teachers should oppose abortion, here, cogently presents the purely economic effects of abortion in Chicago. 

Islamic Justice or the Wisdom of Solomon

Wisdom is beautiful no matter where it is found.

I heard this story in the 1960s from someone in the oil industry. 

In one of the Arab states, a rich man, watching his gardener pruning a tree, was killed when the man fell on him. The widow went to court and demanded the execution of the gardener (a life for a life).

The sheikh, or imam, or judge, after a moment pondering , gave judgement.

"Of course his life is forfeit if you so wish. The gardener will stand under the tree where your husband was killed. You will climb the tree and fall on him."

The woman withdrew her suit. 

Has the Goldfish Belched?

Sleeping Bishops

As the world descends into madness and the apotheosis of unnatural lust looms, what are the Bishops of England and Wales doing about it?

The French (and not only Catholics) have been protesting in Paris and in London.

Has anyone heard even a discreet murmur from Archbishop Vincent Nichols about the organising of similar protests in Britain?

Has the goldfish belched?

Easter Monday - Wet Monday - Śmigus Dyngus

On street corners young men and boys will be waiting with water pistols or even buckets of water to drench young women, an ancient custom possibly dating from pre-Christian Poland.

Photos: Wikipedia



So watch out, ladies!