Not Septuagesima, But Modern Captivity
This season once both honored and revered
Is in the Pauline Rite excised, severed;
And though reformers gave their reasons why,
One’s only known by hindsight’s keenest eye:
We do not celebrate this season now,
But in our own captivity we bow
Beneath a heavy yoke painful to bear,
Yet firm in Peter’s Barque, the storm we dare.
Hear ye this truth which I shall here define:
We do not celebrate Gesimatide,
For in captivity ourselves we find.
When Israel returned from Babylon,
And seventy years’ exile had been done,
The Levites had to interpret the Law:
Aramaic was their tongue since Babylon,
But God’s Law written in the Hebrew tongue.
And so it is in hist’ry’s second lung
(The first lung was the time before the Christ,
The second now ‘til Christ returns in light):
The Liturgy in languages dispersed
Has all but lost the language of the Church,
One of the triple-tongues made sacred by
Its presence on the sacred Cross of Christ.
Septuagesima means “seventy”,
Full excised in year Nineteen-Seventy.
To some, these things are mere coincidence;
To me, they are clear signs of Providence.
No longer in the Babylon of old,
The enemies of Christ are very bold.
The true captivity that now we face
That seeks our holy Faith to now erase,
If not from out our churches, from our hearts,
Causing us to doubt is where it starts.
And when our faith and hope become unmoored,
Our love grows cold, our souls become so poor.
All this is driven by our enemies
Who hold us in present captivity.
“Who are these captors?” this we dare to ask.
They are Freemasons, working Satan’s task.
And just like Satan wants us to believe
That he does not exist because unseen,
So his Freemasons operate in dark
To snuff out grace divine, God’s inward spark,
To force atheism upon the world
By cruél and barbaric means untold.
Yet now in modern times it’s not the same,
They saw that by Martyrs the Church became
Stronger than before the captors came,
To their public disgrace and utter shame.
Here they attack through universities,
And that is why they push to get degrees,
Even though most are useless now because
The trades are in demand, not tie-wear jobs.
They educate to materialism
By marketing and consumerism;
And by not training in money and budget,
They set up youth as slaves to crushing debt.
These secular institutions have sold
So many minds to errors for much gold.
They hate the Church and all us patriots,
And train up Marxist useful idiots
Devoid of faith in God and moral ways,
Hell-bent on pure destruction in their wake.
While “climate change” at first appears to be
A lack of faith in nature’s God fully,
God who created things both great and small,
Things visible, invisible, and all;
God who, the Word through whom all things were made,
Who in our flesh would calm the wind and wave;
God who, the Spirit hov’ring o’er the deep,
Would order all from chaos to beauty.
But hidden ‘neath this surface lack of faith
Is hatred of our God by treach’rous knaves.
‘Tis Satan’s strong desire: “All but God!”
So he would have us worship naught but sod,
Which is the earth absent God’s sacred breath
(His Rhua breathed into our clay-formed flesh).
This is the reason demons fiercely hate
All men and strive to earth depopulate
From us who bear God’s image and His life.
And to this end, divide as with a knife,
As fear spurs hate, and hatred global war,
Abortion, and indiff’rence to the core,
Murd'ring the helpless all throughout the land,
Ignoring needs of neighbors – fellow man.
For theft of hope, the demons oft employ
The media, which steals all peace and joy.
The news itself has rightfully been called
“The devil’s gospel”, for ‘tis evil sprawl
That they lay out to catch us in a snare,
Evil on full display to cause despair.
The devil often seems angel of light,
He shines in our devices glowing bright,
So we beware his evil, wicked glow,
Whence vile impurity is wont to flow:
Through TV and radio waves he roams
As uninvited guest into our homes.
Beware his wickedness on full display,
Or else he'll with your fam’ly have his way.
So how do we our spirits now renew,
How dread fear and anguish to undo?
We laugh, rejoice, and smile in evil’s face,
And thank God for this undeservéd grace:
That we more keenly feel this exile now,
And lift our eyes to heaven from the ground.
For we have been so prosp’rous here below,
It's dulled our senses to what we should know:
That Christ is King and Lord of hist’ry here
Upon this earth, so we should never fear.
For what can separate us from the life
Or love of God, save sin, ‘gainst which we strive?
Our charity for God and neighbor’s good
Will lift us up to heaven by His Rood.
May faith and hope and charity abide
In each today we have ere death’s divide.
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