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Array ( [sid] => 178794 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Saint and the Altar boy [time] => 2014-07-14 09:11:13 [hometext] => Father Kilcoyne - died June 2014 aged 89. He was the epitome of all that is noble in priesthood. If we choose to believe that the majority of priests are not honourable, then it's my opinion that we do that majority an unwarranted injustice. [bodytext] => I remember those Sundays of hospital calls,
early to rise, and the Winter squalls;
shrieking tempests of piercing disdain
hurling their wrath at my windowpane.

In shivering fashion I'd washed and dressed,
soutane and surplice - neatly pressed.
An acolyte for a hallowed stage
meeting God's patrician and earthly sage.

Father Kilcoyne - the font of good humour,
a clerical wit and knowledge consumer.
Not quite the image as Heaven's diviner
when we chugged along in his Morris Minor.

''God's appointed - priest and repentant!''
cried Father Kilcoyne to the entrance attendant.
''Your sins are forgiven if you show me the door
to the hospital chapel and the altar wine store.''

They assembled expectant, the sick and the failing,
support from the doctors and nurses availing;
and they heard, not of brimstone or fire or hereafter,
but of healing with prayer with hope and with laughter.

A thousand bright candles could never compare
with the power in his speaking and his sparkling flair.
Resurrection's a rare and miraculous skill;
in his dud Morris Minor, I'd follow him still.

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The Saint and the Altar boy

Contributed by spud on Monday, 14th July 2014 @ 09:11:13 AM in AEST
Topic: Tributes

I remember those Sundays of hospital calls,
early to rise, and the Winter squalls;
shrieking tempests of piercing disdain
hurling their wrath at my windowpane.

In shivering fashion I'd washed and dressed,
soutane and surplice - neatly pressed.
An acolyte for a hallowed stage
meeting God's patrician and earthly sage.

Father Kilcoyne - the font of good humour,
a clerical wit and knowledge consumer.
Not quite the image as Heaven's diviner
when we chugged along in his Morris Minor.

''God's appointed - priest and repentant!''
cried Father Kilcoyne to the entrance attendant.
''Your sins are forgiven if you show me the door
to the hospital chapel and the altar wine store.''

They assembled expectant, the sick and the failing,
support from the doctors and nurses availing;
and they heard, not of brimstone or fire or hereafter,
but of healing with prayer with hope and with laughter.

A thousand bright candles could never compare
with the power in his speaking and his sparkling flair.
Resurrection's a rare and miraculous skill;
in his dud Morris Minor, I'd follow him still.

Copyright © spud ... [ 2014-07-14 09:11:13]
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Re: The Saint and the Altar boy (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 14th July 2014 @ 09:59:11 AM AEST
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Tommy,

Thank you for sharing Father Kilcoyne's image of a great priest with us. Seriously thank you. From reading this, I'm thinking he may shake a stern finger at you for referencing him as a saint in the title.

I agree with your author's note. In that light, it would be just like saying all police officers are bad or all politicians are bad. Seems the good ones don't get nearly as much attention in the lamestream media these days.

Thanks once again for an enjoyable read and I'm sorry to hear of the passing of Father Kilcoyne.

Tim

Re: The Saint and the Altar boy (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 14th July 2014 @ 10:37:47 AM AEST
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Awesome write, friend.We've just lost a loved one. It's just really nice to read any thing you write.
huggs,
emy

Re: The Saint and the Altar boy (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Monday, 14th July 2014 @ 01:51:54 PM AEST
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That strong Scottish heart just keeps beating.I was so moved by this.Not quite the image..........in his Morris minor.Amongst the warm chuckling I have tears of recognition of warmth respect and love expressed so earnestly for an honourable man.

Re: The Saint and the Altar boy (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Monday, 14th July 2014 @ 02:12:24 PM AEST
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he sounds like a truly wonderful man, who touched a huge
amount of hearts and souls in his lifetime, also that he lived
with flourish, which is all that any of us could wish for- truly a
beautifully penned tribute, blessings,

hugs n' love nessa

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Re: The Saint and the Altar boy (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 15th July 2014 @ 04:09:21 PM AEST
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Let's not let the press sink the worthy. Don't nail the good to the cross of the wicked. I bleed for such good people who, by their trade, are tarred with the same brush as the bad. I tip my hat to Father Kilcoyne, and all his good humour and wit. And to you, sir, for a grand poetic tribute.

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