TO ST. PETER THE APOSTLE / by Joseph Castorino


Your fishing boat bobs up 

   and down in uncertainty,

As you reflect upon the 

   meaning of your life;

With a sterile stare you 

   gaze at the wobbly waves,

While the wonderful wind of 

   the Spirit is silently approaching;

A merciful Son of Man is 

   standing on the sandy seashore,

He is looking for his Rock, 

   to make him a fisher of men;

The breeze blows through 

   your stubborn white hair,

As the Son of Man asks if He

   can come aboard your boat.


As Jesus ascends, He disappears 

   into nebulous misty clouds,

You feel like a floundering 

   fisherman without his nets;

Without the Good Shepherd, 

   your heart seems hollow,

You now appear more like 

   a pebble than a rock;

But later, a deafening wind 

   whirls through the room,

And fantastical flaming 

   fireballs crown all present;

In divers tongues, all mystically 

   praise the good God,

And you proclaim the Word

   with holy courage.


As you are cruelly crucified 

   upside-down on Vatican Hill,

Your life is brimming with 

   meaning and significance;

Your blood falls to the earth 

   like a myriad of mustard seeds,

Where the Church will 

   take root and grow strong;

You are the first link in 

   the precious papal chain,

An unbreakable chain dripping 

   with martyrs’ blood;

This chain will withstand 

   the hammering of heretics,

It will be like a fruitful vine 

   bringing Love to the world.