The Eclipse (Short history of post-conciliarism)
1. Ignore the World War II memento,
never mind Cold War clouds that loom,
new spring we start, aggiornamento,
so woe to all those seers of doom.
Let people make their new investments,
restore all things in wordly goals,
behold the KGB in vestments,
welcome the AJC in shawls.
Old-fashioned visions of Don Bosco,
Fatima secrets – we don’t see,
Good Pope John smiled at blood-red Moscow,
Good Pope John smiled at NYC.
2. So many fathers sit in sessions
but most of them just love to nod,
robbing Our King of His possessions,
for lesser glory of Lord God.
Behold the Table, down with Ara,
give ecumenism a free pass,
so tell me how much is a tiara?
and what’s the worth of the ancient Mass?
Here come observers – a whole legion
and break the liturgical yoke,
Sad Pope Paul met the man’s religion
and Sad Pope Paul ignored the smoke.
3. New hope arrives for people waiting,
New Advent bells begin to ring
and all the earth is celebrating
Midsummer of conciliar spring.
They want to make new ways more easy,
giving the old a useful hint:
embrace the spirit of Assisi,
peace of the world, ut unum sint.
Accept one indult or another,
get off the anathema hook,
Great John Paul hugged the elder brother,
Great John Paul kissed the big green book.
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But there are some who draw the border,
don’t understand the novelties
and do not like the Church New Order,
and do not love her brand new peace.
Oh Marcel, oh my good, poor Marcel,
where, where your stubbornness may lead,
trying to save the precious parcel
of all the things Church always did?