UPDATE: I’ve been told that people who don’t have Twitter accounts can no longer read tweets? True?
In any event, I’ll post the long poem that Fr V zapped up using ChatBox. It’s… on the nose.
Originally Published on: Jul 1, 2023 at 13:30
I am not making this up, though I harbor the hope that we’ve been drawn into a stunt. I would say, joke, but the whole thing is a joke.
The Synod (“walking together”) office has – I am not making this up – invited people to write poems about what the Synod
Here a couple tweets that pertain…
First, the great Father V:
I asked ChatBox to write a poem about the Synod. Here is what I got. Yikes!
In the realm of faith, a gathering unfolds,
But caution whispers, as the story unfolds.
A synod, they call it, with intentions unclear,
A path diverging, from truths held dear.Beware, oh faithful, for… pic.twitter.com/X5oZCDdufo
— Father V (@father_rmv) July 1, 2023
Next Damian Thompson:
Hollerich, Grech and their spies
Watched their ludicrous synod capsize
When Catholics twigged
That the whole thing was rigged
And laughed in the face of their lies https://t.co/me1EZ6LFND— Damian Thompson (@holysmoke) June 30, 2023
UPDATE:
As per above:
In the realm of faith, a gathering unfolds,
But caution whispers, as the story unfolds.
A synod, they call it, with intentions unclear,
A path diverging, from truths held dear.
Beware, oh faithful, for danger may lie,
In the shadows of this heretical sky.
For wolves may hide, dressed in sheep’s attire,
Seeking to lead astray, with cunning and desire.
The synod’s purpose, a veiled disguise,
To challenge doctrines, that we recognize.
To question the teachings, that have stood the test,
And sow seeds of doubt, in hearts at rest.
But hold fast, dear souls, to the ancient creed,
The truths handed down, in word and deed.
For heresy may dance, with enticing allure,
But the rock of faith, remains steadfast and pure.
Let not the winds of change, sway your belief,
In the timeless truths, that bring us relief.
Stay rooted in Scripture, in tradition’s embrace,
For there lies the path, to God’s eternal grace.
So guard your hearts, with vigilance and care,
Against the whispers, that may lead you elsewhere.
Stay true to the faith, that has stood the test,
And let not heresy, disturb your soul’s rest.
For in the face of challenges, we shall endure,
With faith as our shield, and truth as our cure.
The heretical synod, may come and go,
But the Church, unshaken, will continue to grow.
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“Cardinals in red,
The faithful are blue,
To those in denial,
We say “Brute, et tu?”
as i noted on twitter, the Grateful Dead of all people foresaw this in the 80s:
You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot
For a taste of your elegant pride.
We may be going to hell in a bucket,
But at least I’m enjoying the ride.
There once was a Bishop of Rome
Whom the Faithful all wished had stayed home
When he came into sight
Many people took fright:
“Never heard of him dear,
Something feels very queer,
He sure as hell ain’t Saint Jerome”
—–
After ten years of walking together
With Christ’s Church behind on a tether
“Make a mess! Let’s be bold!
Nothing Ancient or old!
“What is truth” after all?
But a fun free-for-all!
Worry not of the deep world nether!”
——
Looking back to 2013
‘Cross the many years now in between
The Church now slow-boiled
The Serpent is coiled
But what of this Pope?
He offers no hope
He’s both angry curmudgeon and teen!
——-
The worst was his Amazon Synod
Have an eye for the heresies in it
Those long days were grim
(Though Pachamama can’t swim!)
“Love the Amazon River
She’s the true giver!
Christianity should be baptized in it”
——-
Comes the synod of synodality
Riding the corpse of man’s rationality
Instrumentum Laboris
Writ by Babylon’s whore is
The Preamble of doom:
“The Church must make room
For whatever we decide is reality.”
——-
The damage of 70 years
Stretches before and behind us in tears
White, Crimsons and Violets
The colors of Pilates
Who gather in Rome
While the Faithful at home
Pray reparation for all their just fears
——–
Thus now, in looking ahead
To the on-coming synod with dread
Take cheer in the knowledge
That priests now in college
Out-number, out-think and out-pray
Those “walking together” today
(And numbers aside
We have Christ on our side!)
The Synod’s for those who are dead.
What about Official Walking Together Synod posters, numbered and signed by the artist, Marko Rupnik?
Now it would sure be delightful to see a poem written in Latin, in dactilic hexameter, just to piss off those in Rome, although it would probably past by them due to their lack of Latin…
Yes, I had the same trouble with Twitter, just the other day.
I haven’t experimented with a representative sample yet. I will let you know if the problem persists.