The Remnant Shall Return

I would like to share this poem with the fishtank. For, this site has, for a couple years now, been something of an intellectual cradle for me and I'd like to give back in this small way. I wrote it shortly after assisting at one of my first TLMs in a rented-out hall in my hometown. I submit it for reading to all who are interested; it was something of a youthful battlecry in response to coming to tradition. I'd happily answer any questions about it or make clarifications if needs be.

It is dedicated to the Blessed Virgin Mary.

Thanks for any interest.

Residuum Revertetur

As exiles knew the price 
To live as from above 
To fight for He who thrice 
Bore nails out of love

So too do their sons  
Who in basements and in halls 
Fight to keep the life 
To which their Master calls

But with what heavy heart 
Each and every man must bear 
His small but holy part 
To answer Satan's dare

To witness Altars gilded, 
And vestments, guarded plates, 
The Truth they vivify 
Driven to the gates

Discarded with refuse 
Thus the faith of ages 
Is treated with abuse 
By the world's holy sages

The timeless is called dated 
The holy, the mundane 
The strong, dilapidated 
The humble, the most vain

The world groaned and woke 
Its nerves in error shook  
But did the Truth revoke 
And its Master it forsook

For a century of death 
Had made the world swerve 
Near the fate of the forlorn, 
It cries I will not serve

Rushing to the citadel 
The faithful far in fear 
Sought the sword and shield 
To bear to their breasts near

Instead they found their end 
At the ends of those same spears 
Unaware that they portend 
A faith dissolved in tears

Now we the sons of pain 
Born of God and not of man 
Shall break the sacrifice of Cain 
And do what only Love here can

For though a citadel in cinders 
Rests 'neath incense made smoke 
A fire here is kindled 
A stronger faith awoke

For though the times are dark 
And often do grow long 
The spark's contrast is stark 
His presence here is strong

Both in basements and in caves 
The faithful have divined  
The triumph of He who saves 
Of Hell's gates undermined

So too 'neath His banner 
We shall gladly fight 
The nearing dark in every manner 
To Restore all in His sight

For they may have the churches 
But we the faith have here 
And shall keep every moment 
The commands of our Lord dear

Until that glorious moment 
When He shall make the proud to learn 
The glories of His love, 
For the Remnant shall return.