ChesterBelloc #4

I think we just have Poems this month. So here they are

To The Beggar’s Cry

O how I’ve robbed the poor of what they seek,

O how I’ve kept the hungry waiting long,

O how I’ve grieved the soul who’s lost and weak,

O how I’ve stirred the anger of the strong.

How many times have I increased their pain,
How often have I turned my face away?
How many times have I refused the slain,
And failed to give when beggars humbly pray?

O God, help me to see the poor in need,
And never let my hand withhold from them.
Lord, keep me from the curse my greed may breed,
For if I do, I’ll face Your righteous hem.

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God

Have mercy on me, a sinner

by Connor Mortel

Confession and Consequence

I did no wrong, the student speaks in haste.

You lied, the teacher sighs. You'll pay the price.

Next time, he bows his head, his guilt embraced—

For honesty, she nods, I shall be nice.

I swear, I didn’t break the cherished vase!

You did, the father says, and must atone.

Next time, the child confesses with disgrace—

Then go, the father smiles. You’re not alone.

Have you, O man, now eaten of the tree?

The woman gave—she led me to the deed.

What have you done? He turns to her with plea.

The serpent spoke—it made my heart concede.

Then cast aside your pride and now confess,

For only truth redeems the soul’s transgress.

by Connor Mortel

Faith and Frailty

I may claim to proclaim Christ crucified, But to my shame, I don’t carry my cross in His Holy Name.

I may speak of Grace, yet rarely know it, I may love the Lord, but my deeds rarely show it.

I can only pray that my feeble faith will be Sufficient for the One who calmed the sea at Galilee. Domine, adiuva incredulitatem meam

By Caleb Brown

The Missing Virtue

While others cope with a downward slope, I stand firm and envelope Hope.

The magnitude of my fortitude Seldom wanes nor knows lassitude.

I hold the clarity of charity, Where others wane in disparity.

The reach of my prudence— Immense, vast in expanse

Others find solace in the justice I keep, A palace where no shadows creep.

The perseverance of my temperance, by all appearance, holds adherent.

Yet the one virtue I can’t embrace that of Humility, that still I chase.

By Caleb Brown