Catholic during the Great Apostasy

A mountain stream winds among the rocks,
its rushing current carries everything away.
It cleanses the banks, polishes the stones —
narrow, yet crystal clear.

It shimmers with blue, with raw coldness;
there is nothing impure in it.
It is like the water of life, springing from the wounds of Christ.

We do not want to immerse ourselves in it.
There is no garbage of this world in it —
for us, it is too pure, too beautiful.

We intoxicate ourselves with the filth of lies.
Harsh justice seems foreign to us;
we prefer to listen to tales of boundless mercy.

The truth, visible in the purity of the stream, will never pass away.
We look at it — and we do not see it.
Why?

We see a pretty picture, a piece of nature;
we do not want to believe that this is our path:
truth and pure justice.

We want to believe that light will be born out of darkness.
We want to believe that our desires are pure.

Human cravings will pass away,
and the stream will continue to wash over the cold rocks.

The truth will always flow.
So the choice is yours.

Arkadiusz Niewolski