St. Dominic
A poem published in the magazine of the Dominican Studentate at Orlim, Aspiring Preachers, Issue 2 (2019), pg. 14.
He was born at a time
When the light of faith
Had dimmed in all the world.
He was born at a time
When the seed of doubt
Had sprouted in all the world.
An amazing thing - his mother beheld
A hound that set fire to all the world.
He grew up at a time
When the lack of bread
Pushed hundreds through starvation's door.
He grew up at a time
When the jaws of debt
Devoured the young and the old.
Lo! Behold - He sells the texts of his studies
To comfort the needy and poor.
He was poor at a time
When ecclesial men
Strutted about in royal robes.
He was poor at a time
When the love of God
Was replaced with the love of gold.
Along with his brethren he goes out
A mendicant, begging his food.
He died at a time
When his brethren were
To the ends of the earth dispersed.
He died at a time
When his Order had
Been confirmed by the Roman Church.
Great though he was, he asked to be
Buried beneath his brethren's feet.
He lives on in a time
When the universe
Hungers for the Bread of Life.
He lives on in a time
When the world is parched
Due to its neglect of God.
See now his brethren freely dispense
God's Word - even after eight hundred years!

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