Commissioners, at length, have done their job
Of weighing words of Bishops Frank and Bob,
Of asking how we all can get along
When many primates think their colleagues wrong.
A thankless task the panel undertook—
To mediate our nasty donnybrook,
Embarking on what seemed a futile quest
To reconcile the Global South and West.
Although they asked that everyone refrain
From actions that might cause their brothers pain,
No side a moratorium declared—
More words and acts our fellowship impaired.
But now, at last, analysis is done,
And Robin Eames’s rest is fairly won.
While Rowan Williams ponders what to do,
ECUSA’s left to wonder if it’s through.
But neither are conservatives assured
That orthodoxy's ox will not be skewered.
So Anglicans in every land await
Disclosure of our recommended fate.
But, rest assured, God slumbers not, nor sleeps,
And while we fight, the Holy Spirit weeps.