A poem from Dr Robert Moynihan’s Letter:
Lines Written in Hope, and Admiration, from Rome, and in Denunciation of the British Legal System, While Alfie Still Lives
To Alfie, Son of Albion
April 25, 2018, Rome
Go on, young Alfie, son of Albion,
Fearless fighter in a soulless age,
With every shallow breath, while judges rage,
To the very end, beyond all hope.
Go on, young Alfie, son of Tom,
Lion-hearted soul, without a trace
Of calculation, hypocrisy or fear,
With eyes that, after all, are crystal clear.
Go on, dear Alfie, son of Albion,
And may your name remain for time to come
By a race that once stood proud and free
But now has bowed before false law’s decree.
Live on, young Alfie, strong and free
Under God, who willed that you might be.
A very moving poem! Especially the final two lines.
Is Great Britain turning into a post-Christian, secular, dictatorship ruled by the Culture of Death? Many people are beginning to think so! The medical staff at Alder Hey hospital (or most of them at least) and the judges with the power to rule against the desperate pleas of Alfie’s parents, all seem desperately keen to euthanise this poor little boy. Every militant fighting the natural law of life is part of this CoD in one way or another.
From the traditional Catholic blog based in the Liverpool diocese, “Torch of the Faith”, this afternoon (linked to above), whilst awaiting the outcome from the hearing of the court of appeal, comes this:
Why does the judge or the state even have the authority to make such a ruling. The parents clearly don’t have the final say in the matter. And they should
Bad poetry won’t help;
Bad poetry won’t help
But Caroline Farrow always will — Caroline is one of the few of we internet characters that I’d love to meet in person. She is laser sharp in her Christianity.
You, of course, I already have, and hopefully will so again — I was immensely pleased to learn that you and Bekkah recently had the excellent Dan Mullins, and my friends Bill and Jen for sleepover — a Peaceable Kingdom indeed.
God Bless your work, Paddy.
Bad poetry won’t help
I agree with Kathleen that this is a moving poem.
Whether it was designed to ‘help’ or not is another question.
If it raises hearts and souls to compassion and prayer then it has fulfilled an important purpose.
Not to make light of things this family are suffering at the hands of the UK behemoth state:
1. I don’t know if this is “bad poetry” as another person says here. No expert like he am I.
2. Is Caroline Farrow the same person as “Blondepidge” who I remember from years past?
3. Geoffkiernan and I prefer rougher, coarser verse than Son of Albion – such as Banjo Paterson’s Father Riley’s Horse. Thank you again, Geoff, for introducing me to him. Not on the same level as our R.W. Service, but still good.
4. On another thread, the most semi-literate JabbyPappy earlier today (@06:45) speaks of my “daggers of disdain” aimed at him, and I just want him to know that’s an alliteration which I will use when the occasion arises in future on some other website. It was very good, Jabby, and I cannot find where you plagiarised it from, if you did.
5. JabbyPappy says above that Toad and Bekkah recently had Dan Mullins, and Bill and Jen “…for sleepover…”. 5 people in such a small abode? What’s the collective noun for agnostics? I won’t hazard any other attempts at jokes.
Yep, CF is Blondepidge, JH (@ 22:18). I do hope JP’s dream comes true and that he gets to meet his laser sharp fave blogger some day…
As for point 5, how about a quarrel of agnostics? 😉
Saying that, a quarrel of Catholics might be even more appropriate these days… 😦
A quarrel of Catholics suits this website a lot better than orgy of agnostics for that place of pilgrim rest in Moratinos I was thinking of at 22:18.
When Toad and Bekkah assign bedrooms to their 5 guests tonight, I hope there’s a TV in both so all can enjoy this delightful YouTube by Uncle Hotep who’s not even Catholic yet. He says at least eighteen wise things – maybe even a dozen – from which even Catholics can profit:
the most semi-literate JabbyPappy
I do realise that your aliases elsewhere are not my friends. Nor the denizens in your skull.
than orgy of agnostics for that place of pilgrim rest in Moratinos I was thinking of
How unpleasantly nasty you are !!
I at least have some minor redeeming features. No matter how semi-literate they may be, that half is utterly better than your null.
I cannot find where you plagiarised it
That is because even were I to tweak your nose with it, you would still have no proper understanding of genuine originality.
God bless you, Jabby. I should not have called you “most semi-literate”. I meant to say almost semi-literate. You commit typos here too. Consider the aphorism tu quoque.
But fuggeddabout that…Who are my aliases? Name them. Never in blog life have I used one, aside from JH, of course. You, on the other hand, have changed avatars – not to mislead people, I admit, but because you’re an egoist who likes to present himself in a good light. Better to use the Arabic symbol for “Christian”, than your Star Wars inspired image of Jabba The Hutt – what, what? I’ve never understood why any sane person would identify with a character in a film.
You have many redeeming features, Jabby – not just a few – and I give you the joy of thinking of them, as I often try to do.
because you’re an egoist who likes to present himself in a good light
And then you have the presumption to quote the tu quoque at me.
Let alone after having dared to egregiously insult several of my good friends collectively ?
You can attack me personally as utterly as you will, but golly, go after my friends ?
I am not kindly towards my enemies.
any sane person
I am uninterested by such gibberously hostile slanders.
Have you no “important” YouTube videos to watch instead of going online to engage in the insulting of sundry complete strangers to you ?
Jabbs: Thank you for asking about my important YouTube videos.
Mother’s Day (on these shores) is not even a dozen days away – 15 actually – and here’s one I like to share with my mother-in-law, seeing as my biological one died on Assumption Day 15 years ago, which was long before I knew about the Internet, but in the same year (Immaculate Conception Day, actually) when I first went to a Catholic Church to pray for help. The guy in the barber’s chair looks exactly like me. Can you share a picture of you with us? You can’t be more homely than me. Level playing field and all
I am so fortunate to have the 35mm photographs I took on 08 December 2003 when I went to St Mary Church in Barrie, Ontario to begin – or continue – my journey into our Holy Church. One of them – from a different angle than shown here – shows the Mother of God holding the Crucifix:
I have a digital camera, but I must visit Jabba in Moratinos someday to learn how it works.
So, here’s a photo of St Mary’s Church in Barrie, Ontario:
The angle is different from the ones I took which show Holy Mary holding the Crucifix – in her sinister hand (Hi, Geoff!) – or in her dexter hand from Her point of view.
How many others, like me, object to Catholic Church names such as St Mary’s, or St Matthew’s or St Gregory’s? I have no issue with St Mary’s Parish (for example). But Church? It is not St Mary’s “Church”.
JH at 2218… ” Their heads were flat their eyes were dull and they had no brains at all….-: BJP” It matters little if this is good or bad poetry, it is eminently appropriate in this circumstances.