In what has been an exciting week both in and out of the news, I found myself almost falling over potential subjects for today’s blog. Firstly, the astute of you may have noticed I’m posting on a Sunday. I’d like to add my name to the list of people welcoming Colin to his Monday blog spot- I’m sure he’ll enjoy it over the coming months.
I’m keeping the faith. Until then, a bad poem. God bless the higher powersWhen we have white smokeWill they elect a decent blokeWill he ride a motorbike,Keep a mohawk, fish for pikeIs he me or is he youWill he know just what to do?
Will he take a modern nameWill he leave things just the sameCan he understand the truthsThese challenges face muslims, jewsWill he be both friend and foeAs a new power, we don't know.
But when we have white smokeI just hope he can revokeThe damage done, stem the decayHis ancient faith in dissarayThe allegations hanging overCan this baptist move the boulder?
For there is trouble in the cityGold and greed seldom feel pityTV pictures, constant streamingNaughty nuns on hooch are screamingSeems seldom time to make a jokeAmidst the hype, there's been a vote.
Yes, we have white smokeA new looking, Latin PopeRides not bikes it seems but busesPays his own bills, avoids fussesSure, this Pope still chants in Latin,But he has his turf to flattenStepping up to take the mantle
Pray this man leads by example.
Shaun.