It is not his Catholicism,
But his intuition
Which matters it more,
Not the fatherly shown path
Adhering to blindly,
But to search life
With a meaning
Had been the quest of Coelho
Which neither the popes
Nor his parents came to understand
As his was a neo-Catholicism
Jolted by the vagaries of his nature
Which approved it not
Believing not in conventions and restrictions
Of rigidity and orthodoxy
And conservatism
Liked he not,
Religious fanaticism admired he not.
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