I bounce between sacred and profane

ping-ponging 'tween up and down

in and out of mud and grace

bathed in light with a dirty face

The "all or nothing" seems in vain

dancing upon a shifting ground

My baptismal gown of whited lace

acquired quickly a sinner's stain

The pull in me is toward the sane

To fly toward heaven seems quite sound

but dodos rise to make a case

wondering why I'm in this haste

My soul expresses inner pain

planting flowers among the thistle-down

then pound them with my devil's mace

standing before God in utter disgrace

I long to be much more humane

and for gross sin to replace a crown

but seems to me that in this place

my altering moves are common-place

A man can drive himself insane

playing messiah on life's merry-go-round

The Messiah's blood I need embrace

cleansing my heart of pollution's waste

*Humanity was before humans were.

*We all pass our titles on to someone else.

*There's always someone smarter than you in someway.

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

  -Because of compromise Christianity doesn't appear in its truth - a truth that is often unacceptable.  It is revealed only in tension and debate, provided that it's not looking for power and prestige.

  -The true universality of the Church consists in its ability to root itself in particular situations and to rise above them, arousing the effective love which shows itself without distinction among a certain number of men and women whose inner voice is in harmony with the Word and who appear as witnesses.

  -The true, universal Church is not the one that affirms its will to be so, but the one that, without being too interested in itself, communicates the faith in love to everyone.

  -The Church exists everywhere there are communities that give testimony of universal love.