Theological Pre`cis In Upstate Newyork Poem by Bill Grace
Theological Pre`cis In Upstate Newyork
Those years of serving Mass have cast their spell
Better than Father Tom could ever have hoped
Who ever would guess a life time rebel becoming orthodox?
So sadly but with a bit of wisdom
I understand Jim Whyte's position:
'Our hope is not here.'
And must say 'Amen'
To the sage of Whyte's Garage of Freeville, New York
While marveling again
At where God has raised us up a prophet.
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