An Everyday Week At Holy Cross

An Everyday Week At Holy Cross

By Paul McCann

 

The bells rang out on Sunday,
it was  time to come to mass,
There's was also weekday masses
if anyone should ask.
If there was chitter chatter  
everyone would give you glares.
for there’s always people there

who are trying to say their prayers.

 

Then on Saturday

You’d take a seat to confess your sins

Sometimes a priest would shout ,

:You did what ?”

as everyone grins ,

then they’d move to another confessional

box elsewhere

examining their conscience

to see if something was there .

 

Monday’s was choir practice

and all the boys would come to sing ,
and together in one voice ‘

Praise be Jesus Christ our King .
and the gusto Freddie Fusco

could clearly hear as well

as Paddy the sacristan

accidently rang the bell .

 

 Tuesdays and rosaries

with the legion of Mary were there  ,
and then there would be adoration

all in silent prayer .

A life spent on bended knee

for the Saints you’d never see

 

Wednesdays St Vincents De Pauls meetings

  behind closed doors

and if you listened really hard

heads rolled upon the floors .

Some things you weren’t allowed to hear

 for fear of being judged

but nobody budged just in case

they’d think you had a grudge  .

 

Thursdays the men’s confraternity

had a meeting too ,

with discussions on envelopes

and things that they should do .

The gathering of men who were

Catholic in every sense ,

Brought smiles upon their faces

whist doing daily penance .

 

Fridays some  would come

and visit a favourite priest  of theirs

and take a little offering

for offering up some prayers

and the priest’s always liked a visit

every now and then

from the people of Ardoyne

who always looked up to them .