Perhaps, I so much believe in you
As a kid in my everyday battles, I so much believe in you
As an adult, in my journey to attack, I always hold on you
As an elder, in my desire to enlighten, I don’t let you leave my side
As God’s child, I follow your walk
There are a lot of mockers, you, our defender, carry our victory
Dear St. Michael, the kids, so much adore you
O St Michael, and our angels of God!
We pray our guardians, dear
To whom God’s love commits us here
Ever this day be at our side
To light and guide
To rule and guard. Amen.
Holy Angels and Saints, pray for us!
The Scent Of Salvation Poem by rose flores rosevoc2
Perfumed his feet, mint cherry bits
Musk billowed, deep ocean fleet
White linen pillows of his hair
Earth’s smoke and fire sun, oh, so rare
Nailed hands to life, air goes to flee
Sweet grace and mercy to earth be
Needs and wants, they’re satisfied
Complete in 14 stations by.
The garden throbs with joy, anew
Rose petal, leaves and honey dew
Bouquet of rainbow, jelly melts
In Eucharist, gold blossoms felt.
Virgin falls, stream of wine, so clear
White wafer bread, a dearly gear
Light bubbly fogs of wood, a whiff
Spiking fountain, a sacred cliff
Angel’s touch turns flowers, hope.
‘John Paul, we pray, ‘ pleads dearest Pope.
You and me, together free,
All nations free! God’s Kingdom be!
Together, we, breathe scent and smell
In God’s blue cross, the flames will tell
Holy workers and priests be sent
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Sheets, layers of shelter
Cradling babies, cuddling in sleep
Nap sack for a journey
Mantle for atoms
Thick, furry, thin, and crust of earth
A horizon woven, a nest of clouds
Or arms that rail to sky
Mat in a wake
Shroud of the dead
Holy linen of Resurrection
Orange, white, yellow, and green
And reds from a hymen
7 blankets washed
on a Tuesday, hung on sun rays
Sweet suds of soap, anoint my hands.
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A Prayer Poem for Calamities
Lord, we could do nothing but wait at what would come to us
We are nothing but dust, yet you made us your children
Our hands could not reach out, but only measure from one arm
Our feet could not run, but only walk a few steps till the next turn.
We couldn’t hide God, but just stay where we are
When the earth shakes, the waters rise, and darkness visit our lands
We could only cry for your mercy and seek Your Face.
Where are you dearest God?
Please protect us and those we love
Hold each falling leaf, and sweep with your breath
Every rattle of doom. God come, come God to us, and carry
The weak earth, every crippled nation and mend
Those teeth all cracked from the mouth of life.
We are so afraid dear God,
Forgive our transgressions
Help us rest with you, forever
Halt the chaos, and give us tranquility
Be our strength
Most Sacred Heart, we trust in Thee
All angels and saints, hear our prayers
Into your hands, God Almighty, we commend our lives.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
by William Ernest Henley