From Poet Vinnie: Women and the Church
From Vinnie Nauheimer via email, 5.30.2008.
Thanks, Vinnie.
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Women and the Church
By Vinnie Nauheimer Copyright 2004, All rights reserved
Women, fruit of your womb was Jesus Christ
Your true place in His church, part of a heist
By supposed men of God without ears
Who’ve lied and manipulated for years.
If men and women are equal in God’s eyes
Then priests and bishops tell fallacious lies.
Woman nurtured Christ, He suckled her breast.
Why then can’t loving women do the rest?
Priests have named her Holy Mother Church
But all God’s women are left in a lurch.
If God trusted woman with his Son’s life
Why not consecrate a host without strife?
Was it Magdalene or Peter, who lied
That terrible day when Jesus Christ died?
Who was with Him at the foot of the cross
Women or the bishops who think they’re boss?
Hiding in that upstairs room like fossils
There were found the eleven apostles.
Were the men or women first at His tomb?
Women who brought Jesus forth from the womb!
Now’s the time for women to take their place,
Recognizing that they are full of grace.
There’s no evil that church men haven’t done
It’s time for women to shine in the sun.
That’s the story; it doesn’t take a sleuth
To read the bible and find out the truth!
A woman shall crush the head of the snake.
This prophecy causes bishops to quake.
3 Responses to “From Poet Vinnie: Women and the Church”
May 31, 2008 at 5:35 pm
Even for a Christian….your mockery of womenhood does not come close to plugging that hole in your cranium. I tell you, as a Christian Brother—lay off the booze! Even this diatribe embarrasses the Archbishop and the Church! Not to mention Jesus Christ who was a Jew long before the Apostles established their own reformation! You’ve something against the benevolence of nature…we should all praise it as one of our greatest gifts from God? If it was good enough for St. Francis to respect (nature)…it is good enough for the rest of us!!
June 1, 2008 at 3:04 am
Vinnie the Poet….I just want you to know that the above was not directed at you but rather at the woman hater that posted immediately after your poem which was since deleted somehow?????
We know those who will travel through the fire of the vilest tongues…Bozek, Doyle, Robinson, Roman Catholic Womenpriest, and all of the rest; and go on to progress from last to first. And yes, Rome is frightened because it will fall again…the one who is considered the least and expendible will one day be the Bishop who changes the face of Christ’s Church. Take heart, and hold fast; to be a Brother or Sister of Christ, in one way or another, YOU shall be crucified!
I, A Lesser Son
I paved a heart with bricks of ice and built barricades to block each winding way. I didn’t know then what I know now. A vision foreboding…the terror unfolding for a soul prepared not to lose more.
I’ve weathered the storm, and chose freedom to pain, a self-imposed punishment. With the rain on my back, I’d return each time to You…slightly changed, but yet choosing to be me; unchanged or changed —to be or not to be…we choose.
I am but a drop in the sea, a whiff of wind trailing the breeze. On fingers and toes, I count the many times that I’ve lost…or will lose. And each time, with anticipation…I lose because of choice.
How broken the heart raked over the coals of emotion. To lose so much so fast and not be moved off course. To never say no, where with You I go. Time doesn’t exist when one is running away. There is never enough time. Thankful this heart whose love unseen waits steadfastly on the shores of life’s unwritten destiny…yearning to know the truth about the unknown.
Yes, I love the rain, and the snow, and the falling leaves, but especially, I love the sun. I have stood waiting at the crossroads of many journeys in life…but not long. Cold and wet in the rain that kept my tears at bay, or at least disguised them.
For me, freedom would be my chosen bride…and in the shoes of a poor man, with hands yearning to know a farmer’s plight…but not now…instead, to use God given talents…such simple gifts—in order to go unnoticed and enriched by having less.
Somewhat alike are we…and polar…so rich I have become, to know and love You…and count You among my friends. To see you turn your heart inside out and wear it on your sleeve…so unlike me—but knowing that provides me peace.
For the brothers and sisters of Christ (greater or lesser), He has placed His sign upon you…there is nothing here that can ever harm you…YOU He protects!
September 18, 2008 at 6:11 am
I Like it, I like it a lot.
Deanna Leonti