The Ark
The Ark is the mind, surrounded by dark waters
On one side, the waves crash relentlessly
Full of accusation and scorn
Some on the ark jump off
From fear of shipwreck
To join the wicked pirates thrashing about in the stormy waters
Forever looking for ways to re-board and pillage
On the other side are the calm waters
Full of Sirens and temptation
Beckoning all to plunge into
The dark waters of the abyss
To board the Ark
One need only accept Sacramental gifts
To stay on the Ark
One need only realize he is on it
To realize he is on it
One needs to connect with the ancient way
Connect with the ancient way
And one will see the True meaning
Of the first ark
To stay on the Ark . . . to stay on the boat
Is to find the New Jerusalem
The Ark is the mind
In full communion
With the Roman Catholic Church