Catholic during the Great Apostasy

Can I still fight?

Should I stay silent, waiting for death?

Is the strength within me truly good?

Or is it anger disguised in the colors of God?

Silence dressed in suffering,

A lonely soul in a world of evil.

No, no one seeks You,

Only their prideful, selfish “I.”

In the darkness ticks the clock of life,

Steady and unchanging,

Like a sinister herald of death,

It measures time — and time ends for every one of us.

The desire for death is an escape,

The desire for life is a struggle,

Whose ending is death.

Human choices, human dilemmas —

Does anyone find meaning in them?

“In God is hope!” — I hear so often.

Yet that hope is the mother of fools.

Whom, then, do we call God,

If we reject truth against all reason?

Faith in other people,

Love for ourselves,

And hope in God?

Souls blackened by foolish sins

Fight for lies, seeing no meaning in Truth.

From my knees I rise, in silence and pain,

Chained in mute suffering by the butchers of ignorance.

With the Mother of God, every question gains meaning.

In God is hope — but with faith and love in the heart!

Arkadiusz Niewolski