Catholic during the Great Apostasy

God, God, why hast thou forsaken me!

I would like to shout for the Beloved Saviour.

Why have you left me in this human world that has become a dumping ground?

Or was it one all along?

But can I?

Can we speak like this?

I know God. No, we cannot.

It is we who are filled with pride – Thee, Dearest Heart, we abandon.

I’m straying from the path you’ve set for me. I may run away to Spain

But where do I get the strength, Lord?

I know, faith gives it to me, but being only human I fall too often.

Loneliness, rejection do not frighten me, my whole life has been a struggle

But silence kills me, it is the heaviest cross you have given me.

I know, Lord, that in Your mercy You give only as much as we can bear.

Yet I, who was once filled with pride shouted: The impossible does not exist!

Now to rise sometimes I can no longer. I try and eventually rise but shattered and getting weaker and weaker.

And this seeing of the truth, it overwhelms me like a very heavy stone.

Maybe it’s not the Truth that overwhelms me, it’s the lie that I see perfectly.

Falsehood and hypocrisy have replaced Your commandments Lord God Dearest!

I am talking to the wall. Without ears, without eyes , empty inside

King! They cry out and turn their backs! Instead of kissing your bloody wounds, they set up tables and worshipped them .

Which king would bear such an insult? Heads would quickly fall

So will Thou, King of heaven and earth, in Thy righteousness cast them into darkness.

But what about us, can we survive all this?

Give us strength God!

Give us wings as I once wrote!

Protect us from satanic phantoms!

What is truth, asked Pilate?

We know it. Only so often we reject it, hide it behind a veil of lies about the ‘greater’ good.

Nothing that has a hint of a lie in it is good; it is pure evil!

But people say otherwise

Who remembers your teachings , who thinks while even reading them?

Charismatics themselves, prophets of our evil times and phantoms deceiving the faithful.

But are they really deceivers?

After all, the lies are visible.

People talk, people listen to people, and they have nothing to do with You, Lord.

Wake them up God, open their souls to Thee, for Thou art Truth and Salvation!

Please, on my knees I beg! And my soul will be sad until death.

So Catholic, do not shed tears

This is not your last song

Proudly lift up thy head and save thy soul and leave sin.

Amen.

Arkadiusz Niewolski