END-GAME PROGRESS REPORT
Satan’s Vatican mates smile on,
dragging more and more faithful dupes
into the mess. The alert, step clear
but the press ignore all the scoops
fed their way, while the clergy front up
ignorant, which they may well be not.
So most folk relax in their beds,
while key players get on with the plot.
The story, foretold well in advance,
comes true, with just names and dates spelled out,
as worldwide we all fine-tune our stance.
(To the tune of “Tea for Two”)
The sheep turn to shepherds
for crisis advice;
but the shepherds just keep mum
cos it ain’t very nice
to criticize the Pope
who marches to a different drum, dear.
Nobody knows what the Lord’s on about
but His Vicar on earth
who’s beyond any doubt,
so we just have to cheer up
and pray for all we’re worth, dear.
The Spirit is with us
no matter what goes wrong.
God will have it sorted
before very long.
That’s what they say,
but we now know it is up to us, dear.
So the sheep turn to shepherds
and commandeer their crooks,
even though we are given
the dirtiest of looks.
It’s no skin off our nose
if we hold a steadfast pose.
We will raise a hue and cry
and get the bloggers buzzing
on the internet,
Can’t you see how busier we must get?
By CRUSADER WILL
(dedicated to the Sacred heart of Jesus)
29th January, 2000
It was so dark,
My heart was an empty shell.
My tears fell freely and heavily
You came so silently,
You covered me with Your Love.
Then I felt Your warmth surround me –
It was then.
You set alight the fire inside me,
That I saw had gone out
And then I felt whole,
And then I felt loved
And then I could give love,
And only then.
Contributed by (Crusader /author) Evie
From the Rainbows are for Real (Private) Collection.
PADDED PEWS FOR THE AFFLUENT
A beggar at the rich man’s door
is not so easy to ignore.
But what if Lazarus lies curled
on the other side of Dives’ world?
In cracks in the pavement lettuce grows
not far from where they eat grass, too
in cities bombed and besieged as shows
of what could strike any local crew
caught up in the end-times battle
discreetly hid from pious people
amid the “neo-Modernist prattle”
gleaned by wise owls parked in the steeple.
Sheep who faithfully follow shepherds
are not good at becoming leopards
when wolves parade with a purloined crook.
Few seem to have studied the right book!
note; line 11 comes from LANDMARKS IN THE FOG by Christopher Ferreira
By Crusader Will
Today I made an amazing discovery. I had just posted Crusader Will’s latest poem, which he sent me. I was following a link on an article, and lo and behold, on another website, I found a poem of his. I found this an amazing co-incidence (or was it God-incidence?).
When I contacted him, he too was amazed. He had sent it to the contact email address on the mdm site just before it closed down. He had also sent it to this other site, on which he used to sometimes blog. He emailed me the explanation/details about it. He said
“I didn’t receive a reply, nor was I expecting one. But I seem to recall that MDM was at the time saying that she felt the messages would soon stop coming from heaven, so I wrote the song, not knowing in advance anything exact about when the messages would actually stop.”
I didn’t know Crusader Will at that time. We have only come to know each other this year, via our website. It’s a reminder to us to keep going forward, dealing with each sad event as it happens and looking forward to the”joy” at the end.
17th March 2015
ST PATRICK’S DAY OFFERING – TO A GALLANT DUBLIN CREW
They’re the last posts.
We’ve come to the last posts.-
the rate of them slowing;
far fewer we’ll get.
But they’re a part of us –
gone to the heart of us,
who, reached by the Net,
have been told what is due,
and the things we must do
to survive doom’s onset.
They’re the last posts.
We thank all our kind hosts,
who’ve got them to pass on,
though most has been said.
But still we pray
they’ll wend our way
as each crisis comes to a head,
and the last post
sent by the Holy Ghost
becomes joy uppermost