HIS PRAYER

Good Friday he'd always
take Christ down
from His cross

talk to him
as if Christ
was his little child

put Him near the fire
****** His crown of thorns
watch it burn amongst the coals

then he held
the Christ
near to him

croon lullabies
cuddle the tired body
watch over His sleep

Christ as dear to him
as his own child
dreaming upstairs

no Rosaries for him
loving Him for real
this the only prayer he knows

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An old gent I used to look after from the auld sod. He lived his religion in his mind and loved Christ as if he had met him in the world of today...somebody to care for...to love. This is how he prayed...not one for rosaries on bended knee or church but prayer in his actions and how he treated people in his own life. "Be a Christ!" he would always say..."Do the things a Christ would!"