Tom O'Toole
The victim's salvation
By Tom O'Toole
The following poem is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of its characters to actual persons is entirely coincidental.
"When an evil spirit comes out of a man it goes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. Then it says, 'I will return to the house I left.' When it arrives, it finds the house swept clean and put in order. Then it goes and takes seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and live there. And the final condition of that man is worse than the first." — Luke 11:24-26
When your life has become merely a practice
Of being endlessly probed and prodded
Until you pass into blackness
Do you know everything or nothing
When your molester is so obsessed
That he forsakes the sacred for Satan
To the point you have become possessed
But finally your perverter has departed
And finally your life can begin
When the bishop sends a man of the cloth
To free you from the devil's own sin
A pro-life priest, an exorcist
par excellence, a saintly shining knight
Now entered her hopeful but fragile world
Promising to rescue her from her plight
He seemed both handsome and holy
As he interceded to Our Lord and Saviour
But all the while his smile was securing
Both his overt and her subconscious favor
For as wonderful as he was, she started to wonder
As he petitioned Christ to deliver her from Lucifer posthaste
Why, when she slipped into a trance, his hand began to touch her
In a manner she would have sworn was unchaste
Instead of using only that which was Good
To defeat this gravest of evils
He attempted to join these two opposing forces
And make God and Satan work together
He believed that the best of both worlds
Was possible for one as wise as he
A world where he could both keep his celibacy
And partake in a woman's intimacy
But was it truly possible to mix
These diverse desires of man and his Master
Or was this nebulous new-age novelty
Simply the age-old formula for disaster
She felt whole those times he would hold her
Then whisper about their future marriage
At the same time concealing from her
The other women he had similarly disparaged
Thus it wasn't until that dark night
When her full demonic possession did occur
That she came to realize that he
Was now more possessed than her
Later, after the patient intervention of her parents
And some provocative prose from the relentless reporter
The bishop finally put the ex-exorcist priest
In a place where he could no longer hurt her
Though grateful at last to be safe
She also knew "safety" wasn't the same as salvation
Could she ever again trust a man's touch
To share in her dream of the marriage vocation?
Sensing her sorrow, that same earnest journalist
Halted her tears with his lighthearted "bet"
"If the Lord could obtain a good wife for ME
He'll find the right husband for you with no sweat!"
to all those now healing
and all those
who wish to be healed
St. Patrick's Day, 2011
—
A special thanks to best-selling Catholic writer, Michael D. O'Brien, for the use of his ink drawing, "Child," to illustrate this poem.
© Tom O'Toole
March 18, 2011
The following poem is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of its characters to actual persons is entirely coincidental.
"When an evil spirit comes out of a man it goes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. Then it says, 'I will return to the house I left.' When it arrives, it finds the house swept clean and put in order. Then it goes and takes seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and live there. And the final condition of that man is worse than the first." — Luke 11:24-26
A ChildAbused
A Youth
Confused
A Woman
So used...
When your life has become merely a practice
Of being endlessly probed and prodded
Until you pass into blackness
Do you know everything or nothing
When your molester is so obsessed
That he forsakes the sacred for Satan
To the point you have become possessed
But finally your perverter has departed
And finally your life can begin
When the bishop sends a man of the cloth
To free you from the devil's own sin
A pro-life priest, an exorcist
par excellence, a saintly shining knight
Now entered her hopeful but fragile world
Promising to rescue her from her plight
He seemed both handsome and holy
As he interceded to Our Lord and Saviour
But all the while his smile was securing
Both his overt and her subconscious favor
For as wonderful as he was, she started to wonder
As he petitioned Christ to deliver her from Lucifer posthaste
Why, when she slipped into a trance, his hand began to touch her
In a manner she would have sworn was unchaste
Instead of using only that which was Good
To defeat this gravest of evils
He attempted to join these two opposing forces
And make God and Satan work together
He believed that the best of both worlds
Was possible for one as wise as he
A world where he could both keep his celibacy
And partake in a woman's intimacy
But was it truly possible to mix
These diverse desires of man and his Master
Or was this nebulous new-age novelty
Simply the age-old formula for disaster
She felt whole those times he would hold her
Then whisper about their future marriage
At the same time concealing from her
The other women he had similarly disparaged
Thus it wasn't until that dark night
When her full demonic possession did occur
That she came to realize that he
Was now more possessed than her
Later, after the patient intervention of her parents
And some provocative prose from the relentless reporter
The bishop finally put the ex-exorcist priest
In a place where he could no longer hurt her
Though grateful at last to be safe
She also knew "safety" wasn't the same as salvation
Could she ever again trust a man's touch
To share in her dream of the marriage vocation?
Sensing her sorrow, that same earnest journalist
Halted her tears with his lighthearted "bet"
"If the Lord could obtain a good wife for ME
He'll find the right husband for you with no sweat!"
-
A Priest
Concealing
The Writer
Revealing
The Woman
Now healing...
to all those now healing
and all those
who wish to be healed
St. Patrick's Day, 2011
—
A special thanks to best-selling Catholic writer, Michael D. O'Brien, for the use of his ink drawing, "Child," to illustrate this poem.
© Tom O'Toole
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