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by Denny Lancaster
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Father, there is a door but no key,
and through the veil I can not see;
So please a little talk me and thee,
for there is a need for thee of me.
Earth may not answer and seas mourn,
before confession, I feel so forlorn;
With many sins recalled and reveal'd,
may none be hidden and kept until morn.
Father help me to leave sin behind,
together may we lift the veil and find
a lamp amid the darkness; and to hear,
as now within, also without to HIM bind.
Thank you Father for leading the way,
to help the master mould my wet clay,
and with my unloosened trembling tongue,
confess my sins and gently, gently pray.
One day Father Murphy the Cup I may know,
for earth to drink of, but may seal below,
to quench the fire of anguish in my eye
there which was hidden, so very long ago.
And when the bread in morning I may sup
of heavens vintage from the pews look up,
to receive your blessing Father Murphy,
so I may be inverted, like an empty cup.
Now with my souls dust and sin flung aside,
and on the wings of Angels into the air ride,
there is no shame in me, nor any shame in him,
for in this molded wet clay, HE can now abide.
Footnote: On the 19th day of April, 2003 the author was admitted to the Sacraments and Communion of the Roman Catholic Church at St. Dominic Catholic Church in Mobile, Alabama. The
week before after much trepidation, he entered into redemption or confession for the first time before a priest.
Father Murphy was selected because of a lasting friendship developed while active in Boy Scouting at St. Luke's Episcopal church and a close association with Jimmy Quint who was the scoutmaster at
St. Dominic.
At 63 years of age the recounting of sin was painful, but cleansing and in preparation the poem was written. We pray Father Murphy knows that this poem came from the heart.
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