Polite is the meeting, polite the man
Which in the fleeting lively struggle
Attempts politely to arrest the action
Which seeks where Wisdom ran
For leaving a meeting for a woman
Goes against the polite plan
Vulgar is the eating, vulgar the tongue
Which in its seating within the soul
Corrupts that warm and gentle Wisdom
Into a song that's never sung
For leaving off pleasure to hear a woman
Is not where vulgarity is hung
Catholic the vision, and Catholic the heart
Which in its mission is common and noble
Lively as fire and gentle as rain
Plants a strong seed that will start
Growing to God in both man and woman
And burns the sin that keeps them apart
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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