#malta
Imagine waking up on a filthy, uneven floor -
light coming solely through the flimsy wooden wall.
Imagine trudging through the mud barefoot -
mud merged with remnants of God knows who.
Imagine breathing in thick layers of sooty dust -
the colors sullen, lifeless and dull.
Imagine smelling the scent of faeces and decay,
of diseases and of death every single day.
Imagine your belly gurgling with hunger and distraught,
sniffing glue - the only way to delude.
Imagine walking on rickety bridges -
a step amiss and drown you will in these murky watery ditches.
Imagine wearing the same old rags - all tattered and torn,
being beaten and battered, no rights of which to call your own.
Imagine having silly daydreams of going to school
but there's not a penny to spare - not even for a worn-out book.
But alas, imagine no more for such children exist,
with ghosts clouding their starry dreams
And death hanging heavy upon their tiny, little feet.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
If, in fragrant gardens blooms
the maltese rose
reminds us the shade of
Your Lovely Face
O Mary,
looking up to the twinkle of smiles
in the midnight skies
we see Your Eyes
O Merciful One
You're the Wonder of Heaven
Light of Creation
Mother of the One Who Shapes
Time. With You. Complete
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
In sweetness of maytime
Our Good Mother Mary
How gentle the notes of
Your Beautiful Name
How strong is the power
that brings forth the Word
from our hearts in hope
our praises give you
Greatest Honor
You're the Wonder of Heaven
Light of Creation
Mother of the One Who Shapes
Time, With You, Complete
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC