His rule has opened the abyss
Whose risen monsters force their kiss
Upon the spotless Bride who strains
Against the steel of Peter’s chains…
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Letter to a Former Pontiff
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To holy Father Celestine,
A hermit monk who once had been
The keeper of the Lord’s estate,
And held the keys to heaven’s gate
As shepherd to His saints below: Read the rest of this entry »
Lord, bless Thy holy Bride,
Born from Thy wounded side,
Thy one true Church…
From Satan’s vile intent
And men of evil bent,
God save the Church!…
This poem was supposed to have been my suicide note, yet it was the act of writing it that saved my life Read the rest of this entry »
The earth abides and barely feels
The feet that walk upon its face;
But as they lift and as they fall,
The lotus weeps in Myanmar Read the rest of this entry »
I am not a poet, whatever my delusions to the contrary, albeit I often comfort myself with the thought that I at least “have the heart of a poet, if not the voice” Read the rest of this entry »
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