For a certain catholic journalist who needs a hug…

[…] the rhetoric posted in comments sections like this one might lead any sane person to believe that most people, regardless of belief system, are rude, condescending, venom spewing, insult-throwing small-minded morons, I am happy to say I haven’t met but a very few of these kind of people in real life. So I’m hoping the ones on the web really don’t exist!  

Mary  

For all those savior’s who never rise from these streets…

THUNDER ROAD

The screen door slams

Mary’s dress waves

Like a vision she dances across the porch

As the radio plays

Roy Orbison singing for the lonely

Hey that’s me and I want you only

Don’t turn me home again

I just can’t face myself alone again

Don’t run back inside

darling you know just what I’m here for

So you’re scared and you’re thinking

That maybe we ain’t that young anymore

Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night

You ain’t a beauty, but hey you’re alright

Oh and that’s alright with me

You can hide ‘neath your covers

And study your pain

Make crosses from your lovers

Throw roses in the rain

Waste your summer praying in vain

For a savior to rise from these streets

Well now I’m no hero

That’s understood

All the redemption I can offer, girl

Is beneath this dirty hood

With a chance to make it good somehow

Hey what else can we do now

Except roll down the window

And let the wind blow back your hair

Well the night’s busting open

These two lanes will take us anywhere

We got one last chance to make it real

To trade in these wings on some wheels

Climb in back

Heaven’s waiting DOWN ON the tracks

Oh oh come take my hand

Riding out tonight to case the promised land

Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road

oh Thunder Road

Lying out there like a killer in the sun

Hey I know it’s late we can make it if we run

Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold

Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar

And I learned how to make it talk

And my car’s out back

If you’re ready to take that long walk

From your front porch to my front seat

The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free

And I know you’re lonely

For words that I ain’t spoken

But tonight we’ll be free

All the promises’ll be broken

There were ghosts in the eyes

Of all the boys you sent away

They haunt this dusty beach road

In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets

They scream your name at night in the street

Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet

And in the lonely cool before dawn

You hear their engines roaring on

But when you get to the porch they’re gone

On the wind, so Mary climb in

It’s a town full of losers

And I’m pulling out of here to win

NOTE TO MARY: I offered Mass for you and yours this morning… jm

END OF POST/BEGINNING OF FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE…

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