I have a great friend who will be ordained a priest the end of May. Does anyone know of any new priest poems? I cannot find any. :juggle:
Book, A Sudden Certainty: Priest Poems by Dwight Longenecker
Or you could write one yourself…or maybe someone out there can help write one…
Found this one online - there was no authors name:
The Beautiful Hands of a Priest
We need them in life’s early morning,
We need them again at its close;
We feel their warm clasp of true friendship,
We seek it while tasting life’s woes.
When we come to this world we are sinful,
The greatest as well as the least.
And the hands that make us pure as angels
Are the beautiful hands of a priest.
At the altar each day we behold them,
And the hands of a king on his throne
Are not equal to them in their greatness
Their dignity stands all alone.
For there in the stillness of morning
Ere the sun has emerged from the east,
There God rests between the pure fingers
Of the beautiful hands of a priest.
When we are tempted and wander
To pathways of shame and sin
'Tis the hand of a priest that absolve us.
Not once but again and again.
And when we are taking life’s partner
Other hands may prepare us a feast
But the hands that will bless and unite us,
Are the beautiful hands of a priest.
God bless them and keep them all holy,
For the Host which their fingers caress,
What can a poor sinner do better
Than to ask Him who chose them to bless
When the death dews on our lids are fallin,
May our courage and strength be increased
By seeing raised o’er us in blessing
The beautiful hands of a priest.
Nice link that you posted…You have good taste!
This is an old one I like. I’ve never been able to find the author, but I think it’s perfect for a first Mass (even if it’s written from the perspective of the newly ordained):
Boyhood dreams of long ago
Saw an altar fair,
Consecrated, trembling hands
Lifted there in prayer
And those dreams have led me on
Dreamlike though they seemed
Now, dear friend, thank God with me
I am what I have dreamed.
Other dreams have I today
Bright in spite of fears,
That this human heart may be
Christlike through the years
Think of me then, when you pray,
That this dream may come true
Bowed before God’s holy throne
In prayer, I’ll think of you.
When God comes in the quiet time
Circling your heart
Gently tugging at your soul
Calling you apart
From those on wider roads
And stands you at a gate
A pathway to another life
You hesitate and wait
For surety and pealing bells
That prove that you are called.
But Jesus speaks in quiet tones
Inviting, waiting, wanting all
Your passion, strength and heart
For service in His Church
But I, oh Lord, can it be I?
You pray, you fear, you search.
Until it comes to this:
Standing at that simple gate
With Father, Spirit, Lord of Light
You find that you cannot wait
To run and climb and trudge
And walk and seek and serve
Along this lovely, lonely, joyous path.
To mount each hill, to round each curve.
The Spirit guides you through the valleys
And boulder-clotted streams,
Your brothers smile and share their stories
Though dark may come, you see the gleam
Of Holiness along the path you’ve trod
Working miracles among the children,
The people, the Kingdom of God.
Hear me Lord, I thank you for these wings
I feared might weigh me down
My life soars
Beneath this yoke,
This yoke of Light of Yours.
I don’t mean to hijack this thread, but I am looking for something similar… but not necessarily a poem.
I am looking for a blessing for a father to give to his son on the eve of his ordination to the priesthood. I intend to make it personal, but it might help my old gray-cells to read what others might have written.
How about this one
There once was a guy from our parish
Who found a vocation to cherish
Since he wasn’t in schism
He got lathered in chrism
And covered in vestments quite garish