Little Miracle

My sweet baby how I love you
Words I tell my darling girl
My gift from God
How I feared her arrival
How frightened I was to be a mother
As I hold her close to my heart
Rocking her in my arms
My heart swells
Do I deserve such a precious gift from My Lord?
I close my teary eyes and thank Jesus for this miracle of life

Looking Through God's Eyes

What do you see?
Nothing
Look closer
Nothing
You are blind
No
Try to see with the eyes of God
Impossible
Try
Imagine
What do you see now?
Beauty
That's how God sees you.

Hear my Prayers

The rosary is heavy in my hand
Each new day the weight increases
Still, I pray
I try to concentrate on the mysteries
Sometimes I succeed, but often I fail
My Lord, You seem so far away from me
Have You abandoned your lowly servant?
Please my Lord, hear my prayers

Dark Times

These are dark times
You hear it out on the street
The marginals leave in droves
Their hearts weren't really into it
The faithful remain and march together with their beaded weapon in hand
Prayers are shouted from the rooftops
The darkness has only made them stronger

First Day of School

My little girl starts school today
When she was born I envisioned her wearing a smart uniform
It's discounts for her
Smiles so sweetly when I tell her how pretty she looks
Don't point out the stains or the tear in her dress
She opens her arms to me as I smooth out the wrinkles
We embrace each other
I pray the kids don't make fun of her dress

In a House

In a house filled with love and riches
A baby boy dies in his sleep
On the wrong side of town
A girl of only fourteen with tracks on her arm is taken to the hospital
Blood work shows heroin and a baby
Baby survives and is born via c-section
No love
No mother's touch
Only sterile hospitalization
From foster to foster she goes
Until she's put in a home with love
One dead baby
One fighting baby
Don't tell me God don't have a plan fr us

Out of a Job

Out of a job again
Cold air cuts through like a knife
Worn out coat
No gloves
Unless I make $60.00 by the 20th of the month
No heat
I walk home
Beggars on the street
Young girls who should be home with their mothers are offering themselves up
All night diners serving cheap food
It's a wonder we all don't get food poisoning
I shuffle past it all
A man calls out to me asking if I want a job
Easy money
I am tempted
I walk on and pray