Eleison Comments

A leprous Mother some sons will desert.
Others will get too close, not being alert.

Beethoven’s music, blasted for three days,
Should shock, console, enlighten and amaze.

Upon the good, to exist depends the bad.
Thus Newchurch with no true Church can’t be had.

If I cut loose all moorings of my mind,
How can I be surprised, chaos to find?

Today’s work-places crucify a man?
With a finger-rosary pray wherever you can.

The New Year’s Church and world in disarray
Do make us ask, what can we do? Watch, pray.