Exit of a Lion into Zion
The day is dark as nightfall hovers around the horizon The sky refuses to wear its usual blue colour and the field around the cathedral has gone pale with the sun smiling only in a sheepish radiance. For a great priest of the Lord most high has gone the way of his ancestors. At the entrance to the cathedral, parishioners stand in utter disbelief wailing and lamenting in a kaleidoscope of painful emotional expressions And their minds battle with ceaseless questions streaming through their embankments. With their Catholic faces wearing mournful looks as they battle to accept the reality of his death and the painful torment of his unannounced demise, They stare into the sky in a helpless wish that he could just drive in and say "tell your neighbour, sit down". But Fr Zion is gone to Zion The lion has departed for Zion. But who can question God? No one sure can. Why do the good go soon? Why do the lettered leaves so soon? Why do the humble bow out unannounced? Why d...