J.M.J.
THE LIGHT WILL NOT FADE
WHEN UPON THE CHURCH A DARK CLOUD STARTS TO SETTLE,
THEY WILL JUDGE EVERY ROSE, NOT JUST THE FALLEN PETAL.
THE THORNS THAT EACH ROSE IN THIS LIFETIME MUST BEAR
WILL BE SHARED WITH MY SON AND THE CROWN HE DID WEAR.
THE DAMAGE, DEAR CHILDREN, WILL BE SO SEVERE
THAT NEW RIVERS WILL FLOW FROM THE MANY A TEAR.
YET EACH WOUNDED ROSE WITH YOUR TEARS GOD WILL NOURISH,
AND THEY WILL REVIVE AND ONCE AGAIN FLOURISH.
THE TIME OF THE DARKNESS WILL COME AND WILL PASS,
BUT MUCH BLOOD WILL BE SHED AS MY SON’S AT EACH MASS.
THE LIGHT, MY DEAR CHILDREN, WILL GROW DIM BUT NOT FADE
AND WILL CONTINUE TO GUIDE ALL THE FAITHFUL WHO PRAYED.
I WILL GATHER EACH ROSE AND FORM A BOUQUET
THAT WILL BE THE FOUNDATION WHICH WILL NEVER DECAY.
ALL THOSE WHO WERE FAITHFUL AND HAD BEEN CONTRITE
WILL BASK IN THE GLORY OF GOD’S DIVINE LIGHT.
YOU, MY DEAR CHILDREN, WILL BE LED BY EACH ROSE
THAT MY ADVERSARY HAD TRIED SO HARD TO DEPOSE.
YOU WILL BE THE REMNANT THAT WILL HELP TO REBUILD
THE NEW CHURCH THAT WILL BE WITH GOD’S CHILDREN FILLED.
“THY WILL BE DONE”
4-1-2002
(THE WORD “ROSE” IN THE POEM REFERS TO THE PRESENT DAY PRIESTS.)