Catholic during the Great Apostasy

Soul lonely in human conception

You cry with bloody tears

Over the passion of our Lord.

Externally—at the city gates,

There, where other Judases see you.

But who will cry for you?

Who will raise a prayer for rescue?

Devastated by the weight of lies,

You turn to the world.

It’s hard to call out in the desert—

Easier to escape to Spain.

A sword hangs over your head,

Around you hear many voices:

“Here it is,” “there it is”…

Listening to people, you won’t find the truth.

So you wander alone

Through the garbage dump of the world.

God is always with you—

Unchanging.

Is He visible to you?

Has He not become an old, faded image,

Hidden somewhere deep?

Perhaps you painted a second one,

In the likeness of your sins?

Did Herod imprison you?

Or perhaps he accepted you

Into his dissolute court?

Will they cut off your head?

Or perhaps to you

They will bring it on a platter—for Judas’s betrayal?

The war will be decided in the soul.

The soul will pay for the sins of the body.

Why then

Do you treat it like a garbage dump?

Arkadiusz Niewolski