Donal Mahoney


The Happy Papist - Poem by Donal Mahoney

If I didn’t know He’s there
in the bread and wine
I see and taste
I’d be a Quaker in a pew
not at Mass this morning
soaked from the driving rain
or I’d be a Jew at the Wall
bowing, praying, waiting.
The Amish work too hard
and I can’t do the Pentecostal hop.
Thank God He’s risen from the dead
and there for me at every Mass.
Otherwise I’d be looking too

Topic(s) of this poem: god, religion, worship


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 16, 2015



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