Our Lady's Slipper: Prayer/ Poetry/ and the Saints

As a unwed pregnant mother, Mary willingly and enthusiastically went to her cousin Elizabeth so she could be there in her time of need. I love this story. Elizabeth asks Mary how could the mother of her Lord come to see her. Mary loves all of her children and wants to help us. In the past several years I have experienced deep depression and a profound sense of loneliness. I have found that praying the rosary has helped me tremendously. I would like to encourage those few that have glanced at this blog to consider making the sign of the cross and discover or rediscover the mysteries. I will still post a poetry piece every Friday, but most days I will concentrate on prayer, the saints and words of encouragement for those that need it. I have asked God to bless this blog and those who join me in this celebration of Our Lady.

Drops of Blood

Drops of blood fall on the table

She puts the needle and fabric down, and puts on a band-aide

Her third one for the night

It’s late

She’s practically seeing double

Stopping isn’t an option

Her daughter needs the dress for her recital in the morning

She’s a mother

Her job is to insure her daughter has all she needs

She’ll be thanked for the dress

Not the time

She looks at the clock, 1:00am

Eight more hours till the recital

Beautiful Girl

I’ve been told I’m a child of God

I’ve also been told I ain’t nothing special

Some days I don’t know who to believe

My birthday’s in a week

I’ll be eight

Mama asks me what I want

She don’t look to happy when I told her I want a pretty blond haired doll

Please. Please. Please.

She takes a big gulp from her coffee mug and sends me to bed

I know she had other ideas and there wasn’t no use trying to get her to change her mind

When my birthday came

Mama got me a book of fairy tales and a doll that looked like me

The doll was pale with bright orange hair and freckles painted on her nose

The orange hair made her look ugly

I was upset and angry until Mama read me the card that came with it.

My sweet Agatha

I made this doll for you, and just like you she’s beautiful in every way.

Your smile brightens my days. Your laughter fills my world with joy.

Go out and spread joy to the world,

Love, Mama

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