#rosary
Cloud of witnesses, champions of the faith
Warriors of prayer on our behalf
As we are sitting in the most holy walls
The song of salvation echoes in these halls
Such wonder I can hardly take it in
And now I stop so You can truly begin
Oh Mother Most Holy, Oh Mother Divine
To my prayers and petitions thine ear incline
Strengthen me in my weakness
In my darkness shine your light
In your graces ever flowing
Grant a heart of peaceful knowing
Though I am small, I need not be afraid
For great is the work they hands have made
Who am I that my Lord would choose me
So that I might become his blessed sanctuary
Lift high the Cross of Christ: your sword
Gird your waist with the shield of faith
Bind the devil with Heaven's holy cord
The most holy Rosary, Mary's great grace
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 8:30 PM UTC
The Lord God is our sword and shield
As we walk upon this battlefield.
We are called to stand up and fight
For justice, for truth, for all that is right.
Here upon this solemn hill, we stand
We will overcome by God's might right hand.
The Lord is my fortress and my strong tower
In His wake, mercy and grace shall flower.
Take up the Rosary, lift high the Holy Cross
All that I am or have, I count it as loss
For, without you, I am nothing.
Your very breath is my life
Your death paid the price
Without your love, I am empty and hollow
Without your voice, I cannot follow
Without your light, I fade away
Lord, I need you, everyday!
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 9:57 PM UTC
There are demons and evil spirits
Lurking in the shadows of our minds and hearts
Some small forgotten corner is where it starts
It only takes a single little crack
For the evil to take root and attack
It eats away slowly, carefully biding its time
And until it's too late you think you are fine
It starts small: softening the edges
Bit by bit, shifting, driving wedges
It is a poison sweeping through
A silent deadly killer it is true
But worst of all it affects the greater whole
It takes a soul as pure and white as snow
And works to turn it black as coal
There is no cure for this disease
It is part of our Human Condition
But with careful care and treatment
This cancer can go into remission
There is a way that we can fight
Tools and medicine to battle the blight
The Rosary: a blazing cord of burning truth
Evil screams and flees in proof
Prayer and praise are armor and shield
To protect us on the battlefield
Calling down Great Heaven's Might
Saints and Angels put foes to flight
Holy men and women we have known
Show us always we do not fight alone
Commanding the evil in the name of The Lord
We Rebuke, Renounce and Cast Out
And by the Mercy and Grace of God's own Son
May goodness and peace be restored
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 10:27 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
An Artless Meditation on the Joyful Mysteries
I. The Annunciation
May we all hear the Angel’s silver voice
In spite of ourselves
II. The Visitation
May we all help each other along the way
In spite of ourselves
III. The Nativity
May we all wait in the cold outside the Stable
In spite of ourselves
IV. The Presentation
May we all be presented in the Temple some day
In spite of ourselves
V. The Finding of the Child in the Temple
May we all be found in the Temple some day
In spite of ourselves
Sep 17, 2022
Sep 17, 2022 at 10:22 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Ten Knots along a Cord
A trewe swinkere and a good was he,
Lyvynge in pees and parfit charitee
-Chaucer’s Prologue
See the plowman walking home from the fields
He plods along with the pace of centuries
There is no haste, for time hardly exists
Only the seasons, rolling like cosmic tides
And in his hand, ten knots along a cord
To count each Ave as it passes his lips
And through his heart and hopes and gratitude
His soul secure along the links of being
See the plowman dreaming home from the fields
His feet upon the earth, his head among the stars
Nov 16, 2021
Nov 16, 2021 at 8:33 AM UTC
Black rosary beads
Holy prayers uttered to God
Penance for my sins
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 9:02 AM UTC
I believe in ghosts, I believe in luck and fate and destiny/I roll the dice whenever I get the chance/sometimes I count out beads on a rosary/I keep hidden/in a drawer/I’ve been to Paris/but I’ve never beento Berlin/I ****** a man on the roof of a building/after a party once/I don’t remember his name/ sometimes I play dumb
I sometimes/don’t know how to draw boundaries/sometimes I don’t/cross my legs/I’ve been told I should see a therapist/remind me again how you like your coffee/tell me when you are about to cum/don’t make me/wait for it/tell me again that you want me more than her/I won’t say my body is like a rosary/but
sometimes/ it feels like one/let me teach you how to please me/let me show you how to open my legs/just/like this/can you
see it/this is the part of me that is connected/straight to my brain/touch me here/and I’ll/grow wings/touch me here
before the river of my body runs dry/I need to take a shower/I need to get on a plane in an hour/I need to try harder to forget his face
long before I was a woman I was a thing burning in the middle of the sea/I was in the middle of the sea I closed my eyes and mouthed the word waves/the water changed the shape of my body as only water can
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 12:44 AM UTC
standing across from me
a room full of sound
everything is so quiet
folded arms scare me
but then something changes
I see your eyes
they are scared too
I dont feel so alone
look into my heart
see what no one has
truth of outpouring
emotions and demons
you are sacred cloth
I reach for you
you are holy water
Baptize me
you are a crucifix
I worship you
you are christ
Save me
they burn at the sight of you
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 11:14 PM UTC
Eyes glance back and forth
They wore identical masks
Chained together in silver
The moving of a car over potholes
When they were caught
Their masks were removed
A girl and a boy
Held together by nothing more
Then a rosary with Dismas
It is held in their hands
Clasped together in the back
Bars divide them and their captors
The boy is whispering
The girl recites with him
The man in the front yells
The car crashes into another
Shielding her he takes the blunt of it
Glass flies and a bar breaks
"Let's go"
His words loud in the silence
The two climb out
Immediately surrounded by 'family'
The ones that saved them
Today they are seperated by cities and bars
By people who don't want them together
By oceans and lakes
But they each hold a piece
Of the same rosary from all those years ago.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC
An open Rosary,
Sprawled on the table
Has the shape of Eire.
Towns joined like beads
On winding, rope roads.
At the end of the main street
In Shercock, Lough Egish,
Or a thousand other towns,
Looms the church spire,
God's rod.
The square still bustles on Wednesdays.
The smithy's forge
Now lights up a Paddy Power;
The Euro Store sells needles and thread
Where once a seamstress sat;
Shish Kabobs on flat bread sell
Where the butcher's counter displayed the day's cut.
But scrape away the paint
And attend to the devotion and mystery
Of small town Erin;
Where only the pubs maintain names
Decade after decade.
There, on the wall, see the rebels
Enjoying a football match,
And the crowd, laughing,
Has their backs.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
Rosary dreams...
Picked up my pen...
and started to write...
writing and fighting words...
fighting with words which i pen...
maybe it will express about what inside me...
to express about the rosary dreams which i always live in...
dreams which aspire to reach the glory...
dreamed about it...
tried to work for it...
did all my best to get it as a reality...
and to be some thing...
some thing that can be an honor to me...
start writing...
write the pains which i feel about...
the pains because of those dreams...
the dreams which still not be a real yet...
our pains are because of those dreams...
dreams which we try to live in...
dreams which we saw and never to get it ,never...
but it seems so hard and difficult to be...
because the beauty dreams which we imagine...
never to be alive in our life...
maybe because of the stress which we suffer in...
and because of the oppositions in our souls...
but i will write and to express...
and its my rights to write...
to write about the life which i hope to...
at least i am writing now...
so i am alive...
dreams still dreams...
and never to be more than dreams...
by: hazem al ...
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 1:09 AM UTC
The First Sorrowful Mystery: The Agony in the Garden
Shortly before his death, Jesus goes to the garden to pray for grace and strength. He tells his disciples "Watch and Pray" Jesus enters into prayer so deeply that his sweat is as drops of blood mixing on the ground with his tears. Even in the great darknss and desolation, he finds strength to say: "Let this cup pass before me. But not my will, but as you will it Father."
Jesus tells us as he told his disciples "Watch and Pray". It sounds like a pretty simple task, but it's hard. In the midst of the darkness and despair, Jesus found strength and grace in prayer to his Father. In our darkest times, we can also call on our Father in heaven to sustain us. Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane was as the Garden of Eden after the sin of Adam and Eve. Blood was used to cover sin and wash it away. The blood, sweat and tears in the garden are a reminder of our fallen state as well as an example of the Eucharist with blood and water.
We Pray: Jesus, help us to remember that whatever we go through in life, even and especially in our darkest times, remind us of the strength and grace we receive from our Heavenly Father. Help us also remember of your great love for us in your suffering and agony. Even when we fail, when we sin, when we turn away, you are with us. You love us, you forgive us, you run out to us and take us back. You counted up the cost and we are worth it. It cost everything and you paid the price so we wouldn't have to. Nothing we could ever do could amount to what you gave The best I can do is offer my life for you and my neighbor and try to die to myself daily. I am truly and eternally grateful, for by your amazing grace, I have the opportunity to be with you for all eternity. Thank you Jesus!
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
Recently you descried that
The hands of mine were
Full of crimson scars,
Like the beads of a rosary.
”What are these wounds
On your palm?” you asked.
”Were they caused by
The elisabethian roses of your garden?”
I said nothing, just (but) smiled blushingly,
But then later, while you fell asleep,
I leaned closely and whispered
My secret in your ears:
„In fact, all of these are
Stigmata of our love.
But possessing them makes me happy;
I wear them proudly.”
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
*this day was no different than any other,
as we went through the tunnel onto the highway,
I think back to this mornings homily,
how the deacon spoke of this city's cross on the mountain,
I hung onto the rosary beads around my neck,
as if I was still looking for some answers,
and as ignored the smell of exhaust fumes,
as they mixed with the scent of chain smokers,
like a disastrous duo,
and focused my body outside the car window,
clenching my rosary beads I saw the cross on the mountain,
Holding them up the the window,
my cross covered the one on the mountain like it was its lost child.
for five minutes I felt like I had nothing to ask anyone,
I felt like my life was okay,
we drove into another tunnel,
and took a right on the exit ramp,
I never felt more peace in my life,
then I did as we drove home
that night,*
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC
Fay was waiting for me
at the top of Meadow Row
I was on my way home
from school
-I'd walked home
as I’d spent my fare money
on doughnuts that morning-
she looked agitated
her blonde hair
was in two ponytails
her eyes looked red
as if she'd been crying
thought I’d missed your bus
she said
no I walked
I said
what's up?
she took my hand
and we walked down
Meadow Row
walking past
the bomb sites
and the ruins
of other houses
I’ve lost my rosary
she said
I can't find it
what's a rosary?
I asked
a crucifix with beads
I showed you
the other week
O that bead thing
so what's the problem?
can't you buy another?
it was my grandmother's
old one
well buy her another one
I said
I can't she died
last year
well she won't
need it then
will she
I said
she stopped
but Daddy will want
to know why I lost it
and then he'll go off
the deep end
and I know
he'll punish me
and it wasn't my fault
she began to cry
and I didn't know
what to say or do
where do you keep it?
I asked
in my coat pocket
so it's handy
if I want to use it
and it's not there now?
she shook her head
and put her hand
in the pocket
of her coat
is that the coat
you always wear?
she nodded
what about Sundays?
she looked at me
today's Monday
maybe you left it
in your coat you
wear on Sundays
I said
she looked at me
with reddened eyes
of course I forgot
it must be in
my Sunday coat
from yesterday
let's go find out
I said
but what if Daddy's there?
so what?
I said
he doesn't like me
being with you
because you're not
a Catholic
I’ll wait outside
on the balcony
if he is
I said
so we walked up
Meadow row
and crossed over
Rockingham Street
and up the slope
and into the Square
and along to the flats
and up the concrete staircase
to her parent's flat
which was above
where I lived
she knocked and her mother
let her in
and I stood on the balcony
looking into the Square
after 5 minutes or so
she opened the door
smiling and said
it was in my Sunday coat
all the time
and she kissed my cheek
I knew then
I’d not wash
that area of my face
the whole week.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 4:23 AM UTC
The Second Joyful Mystery:
The Visitation: Elizabeth greets Mary: ‘Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb!’
Mary travels miles to see her best friend, and cousin, Elizabeth who was also with child to share with her this great news! When Mary gets to her cousin’s house the two women great each other and Elizabeth’s baby leaps inside her womb in response to being in the presence of the Lord Jesus. Elizabeth is very happy and says to Mary “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb!” Elizabeth recognizes that Mary is truly blessed to conceive Jesus while still a ****** by the working of the Holy Spirit. Mary also recognizes she is truly blessed to bear the Christ child inside of her. She alone was chosen among women to house the savior and redeemer of the world. What amazing gifts God has given Mary! We pray to God May we, like Mary be blessed. Help us to receive you all the time and, like Elizabeth and her baby, may we give all praise and glory to you now and forever. May we leap for joy whenever we are near to you. Help us also to feel your presence daily. Amen
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
The First Joyful Mystery:
The Annunciation: The angel Gabriel appears to Mary, announcing she is to be the Mother of God
Mary is represented by the church. The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit may be compared to an orange in that they are three parts, but the same fruit or nature. Peel, pulp/meat, and seeds. Jesus is the seeds that God put in Mary, the church and later Mary gives birth to Jesus. The angel Gabriel appears to Mary and tells her she is the Mother of God. Mary follows God’s will at all times like the church listens to God. Mary is very afraid, but trusts God and goes out to share the good news with her best friend, and cousin, Elizabeth. We pray Hail Mary full of grace, blessed are you indeed in many ways. Your immaculate conception, your carrying of Jesus in your womb, your being chosen to bear our savior. Oh holy Mother of God, pray for us sinners from our first cry to our final breath. Amen
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC