Let Them Rave

Living in Poland, I have, happily, no access to English newspapers, in which, I have no doubt, the usual scribblers and would-be pundits are already in full cry after the resignation of our Pope. Let us live and die secure in our God-given Faith, and ignore the baying rabble of loud-mouths.

In the words of Tennyson, "Let them rave". They have nothing to say which is worth hearing.

God bless our Pope, and his successors.

The Magic Circle or Circular Magicians

About two thousand years ago, twelve men,
None a Greek decadent, nor Roman swell,
Met a mere Carpenter, as the Gospels tell,
And changed the world. With works, prayer, tongue, and pen
They touched hearts, minds with Fire. Again and again
Viking, Dane, Moor, and Tartar failed to quell
Its clarity and warmth. But last befell
That misread Council of the Vatican.


Smiling clerical traitors set to work.
Gently more fatal than the warlike Turk,
Bishops and intellectualisers broke
The Papal bond. Imposed a newer yoke.
In Mary's Dowry they smirk, "Ditch the traditions!
Trust not in Popes, but Circular Magicians!"