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The Black Sails

"...the "monks", all lined up and staring at a man in a black cassock.."

The power of the cassock
Is to lure
Like fishermen
To nets secure.

The power of the cassock,
Ebony shine,
A hull of hues
On deck Divine.

The power of the cassock
Anchors the man,
Dead to the world
In his sea-span.

The power of the cassock,
Weighted strength,
Before the mast
It's linen length.

The power of the cassock
Sails your soul
To greater depths
From shallow shoal.

The power of the cassock,
Captains' pure.
The fishermen,
Our land-locked cure.

JMJ
Long-Skirts
6/18/03
 

Read about the event that inspired this poem>
[March 2004 Regina Coeli Report issue]

 
 

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