On Religion Poem by Bernard Kennedy

Am I sated with novena prayers
and massed each day in glory
recognition of the Saviours
triumph-
in latin am I incensed,
doused with peccata me?

And travelled to the heavenly shrine
and with clergy and cardinals dine
and sip the precious wine?

Have I Prodigal thoughts
and Samaritan care,
and with my brother
table share
of poor and gay
and badly clad
in admiration?

am I a popular pietist
or pieta hold to
others give.

this religious vow to make
that Christ in tabernacle,
of the broken face,
is held.