Caethiwed

[JoanOfArc 4604]

Caethiwed

Written by Father Gawain Briarwood, FSSCT

 

A Kaedreni-Gwynonese depiction of the rolling mountains by the city of Powys.

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Should I have not expected

The my lusts of my soul

Would not follow me here?

 

A hypocrite I am! 

To preach freedom from sin,

But to be easily ensnared by it.

 

“Repent, repent!” but I know not

The repentance I so dutifully

Preach on.

 

Liberty from this bondage of mine

Is brief and fleeting,

Like a single gust of wind

Powerful, but short lasting. 

 

A coward I ran for years

In an effort to escape sin,

But the Deceiver is a huntsman

Forever tracking my steps.

 

Peace, I crave

Calmness, I beg

Tranquility, I wish

Stillness, I desire.

 

Shackled and chained,

I was violently thrust into 

The arms of my own iniquity. 

 

Your servant is but an enslaved Man

Who needs a liberator

And a savior from his transgressions.

 

For how will he find this liberty

He so desperately wants

When his body is his own master?

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[Axelu 4333]

The Baroness Woldzmir, presumably retired to her apartments in the lush territories of Dobrov, had received a parchment from the Father personally. She wept, furrowing it in one hand. To him, she penned: 

 

"Good Father, 

 

How Deeply you feel."

 

[Valannor 6405]

Verily, then, would it indeed come to pass that in the darkest of hours, when the Father came to know the cool embrace of moonlight, and slipped off to sleep, that an occurrence most strange would occur. Upon his wall, strange and foreign characters carved themselves in slow and deliberate manner, a brilliant confluence of ebrietal purpose that sought to deliver unto the man but a singular message of omen most foul, 'twixt the pale and darkened night. 

 

"Of flesh and soul, bound are ye,

 

Man of the cloth, now come to see. 

 

The wolf at your heels, nipping evermore,

 

A blemish on your soul, dated ages yore. 

 

Ye cannot escape it, foul and bedamned,

 

The sin of the first, by daemon's command.

 

Look into your eyes, Priest, and tell me what ye see,

 

For the wickedness in you, is the wickedness in me." 

[thesmellypocket 1859]

Blessed Pius of Sutica takes pity on the Fraternity Priest and, knowing that his petition will be granted with the confidence of a child, prays that he may receive a very special grace which he calls "a shower of roses from Heaven." After receiving such a grace, Gawain would distinctly hear Pius' voice: "Take courage, my son, I am with you more than I have ever been. God has entrusted your soul to me, have recourse to me and God shall unite us in the Skies."