As different as chalk and

Cheese, as they say –

These two priests of

My Childhood

Cool, hip and trendy

Holy oil still wet on you.

You wrestled us, boasting

Fast Mass, Stale Beer,

Faint hint of Unclean.

In you strutted, pompous

They said, plump in purple

Bowed at crucifix in prayer,

Then shook our hands, leaving

Holy Scent of Old Spice.

Yea, chalk and cheese.

God forgive that sad sick

Young man that ruined us.

Thank you Jesus for the

Holiness of the Canon!

JMCD 08.05.18


0 Comments

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.