Veronica’s Veil Veronica could not compete with the roaring, raucous mob, Though no one heard her plea to move, she pushed with one last sob. Compassion and persistence had begged her try again, And just that quick she found herself before the Man condemned. It’s then He fell beneath the cross that forced Him to
Rosary on the Headboard I stumbled through my daily grind Right up until midnight, Then fell in bed without my prayers; I knew it wasn’t right. So tired I was, almost asleep, But thoughts kept waking me, To rise and pray a rosary Upon my bended knees. But my rosary beads were knotted Around my
QUESTIONS TO OUR LADY OF SORROWS Questions to Our Lady of Sorrows While you stood there in the chaos, Could you see past all the pain, Past the sword that ripped your own soul To your son’s triumphant reign? Did the sands there of Golgotha Scratch lines onto your face, Mixing with the blood of
THE SWEETEST HEART OF JESUS From the corner of my church pew, Sometimes I feel alone, When I see the happy couples, In love when I’m alone. + I hide behind my lacy veil, And duck my head to pray, ‘Please, Jesus, be my Valentine This sweetheart’s special day.’ + I look up past the
I truly now can say to you, as Christmas drifts away, This was an Advent to remember and a special Christmas day. Our families all had fasted and petitioned God for grace, With what a joy to see at Mass the peace on each ones face! With four weeks of preparation, and sacrifices made, We
I drove right through the changing light Horns blowing as I went. I had to make just one more store, Before the day was spent. . I swerved in time to miss a man Who held a cardboard sign. A homeless man, who’d work for food, Thank God, I’d braked in time. . I parked
OUR SOULS, THEY ARE NOT DEAD In silence late one evening, I found myself alone Enjoying for the moment some peacefulness at home. A steamy cup of coffee with a shot of Irish cream Had lulled me into comfort when I drifted off to dream. The mistiness around me draped my shoulders like a shawl
THE LITTLE CATHOLIC SHRINE I sought shelter in the little shrine, inside from falling rain. Away from all my crosses and away from all my pain. October’s angry storm outside no way compared to mine, As I knelt within the shadows of The Little Catholic Shrine. I could smell the burning incense left from
