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I need to breathe to stay alive,
One lung or two, I can't decide.
The one is large and works okay,
The other small and packed away.
The first it is that nurtured me,
The other now refreshes me.
Sometimes I think the first will win,
But then I let the other in.
It seems there is a struggle here,
For those things that I hold most dear.
From East to West I think it's clear,
The battle line is drawing near.
For all do call the big one Rome,
And the little one is not yet home.
For Mass appeal, the numbers praise,
And lots of money do they raise.
The little lung is in the East,
And offers only sumptuous feast.
A liturgy that's so sublime,
With smells and bells to mark the time.
The West's theology I know,
But in the East I slowly grow.
One lung or two, the question stands,
I balance it between my hands.
The more I try to get a grip,
The more it from my grasp does slip.
It isn't quest for either-or,
They both embrace me evermore.
© 1999, Deacon Ed Faulk
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