<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=563415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Max Rosenthau</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father Cleary sat at table with Max many a day <br>But I don't think he rated a bounteous gift when Max came to visit<br>Both were guests in the great house acrosss the street of youth<br>Father for years and Max for yearly one week stints.<br>The last time Max came was when his wife died<br>A man so profoundly broken<br>Even a fourteen year old could start to understand<br>That the desperation of his giref was the force that drove Max to Mass<br>Where Father from his view could not give communion to a Jew<br>And snapped the neck of something deep within me <br>That despite Father's great friendship<br>Never came back though I never said a word to Father Cleary.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bill+Grace">Bill Grace</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=563415" data-title="Max Rosenthau de Bill Grace" data-description="Father Cleary sat at table with Max many a day But I don't think he rated a bounteous gift when Max came to visit Both were guests in the great house acrosss the street of youth Father for years and Max for yearly one week stints. The last time M..."></div> </div> </div>

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