Catholic during the Great Apostasy

You tell me you are a Catholic

You hold the cross like a banner in your hand

High, so that all can see

So that the little ones kneel down in awe, and the great ones pour in money

….

Are you asking me

Am I a Catholic?

Are you asking me?

But you carry a model of a cross that glitters with gold around your neck.

Crosses are made of sins not of precious stones

So don’t ask me because the answer won’t change anything

Weighed down by the weight of sins

I can barely lift myself off the ground

…..

You say: I am a Catholic

Beautifully dressed and proud… of myself

With a strong step forward…?

Are you asking me?

But it is not the clothes that adorn the man

You do not hear the clanking of chains

Of chains clutching your soul

So don’t ask me

Pride is long gone

I break the chains every day

And they grow, grow …

Yet still I lift myself up!

As low as the mud from your shoes …

But I get up and thank God that He loves me

Do we know each other?

Yes

When with contempt you hit others …

With a proud look

You always see me …

To you now I am nothing

….

What will you say when the last days come ?

Arkadiusz Niewolski