Author Topic: User Poems (Read 153181 times)

OABrownson1876 · « **Reply #65 on:** October 06, 2015, 09:25:44 AM »

"A Poem for Converted Prostitutes"
St. Mary Magdalena, Pray for us

“The distance between hate and love is a line drawn in the sand,
By Jesus, the Master’s hand; a place where hardened sinners smile,
A dry, dusty place where lonely prostitutes weep awhile.
Where there is shame, there is grace, and the two wed in unison give woman a pretty face.

Whores break in and steal what dead men, like corpses, cannot feel.
Grave robbers dig in the dusty night and lust after what living men crave,
After those lustrous things that separate the knight from the knave.”

ManuelChavez · « **Reply #66 on:** October 07, 2015, 11:27:28 PM »

New Mass, new form of liturgy.
A Catholic/Protestant synergy.
New rite, new springtime for the church,
Has left vocations in a lurch.
The smoke has settled round the world,
The seeds of Vatican II unfurled.
The loss of faith and charity,
And denials of the Trinity.
The Catholic Church, though indefectible,
Would soon be rendered undetectable.
By all the changes man has made,
The kinds that Popes had long forbade.
Please pray and sacrifice for this,
So that our Pope be not remiss.
Pray for his soul and sanity,
To guide all of humanity.
Pray for the bishops and the priests,
Whose hands confect the heavenly feast.
That they not turn against tradition,
The defense of which should be their mission.
We ask Thee, Lord, to set us free
From This modernist mess, to be with Thee,
Forever and ever, world without end. Amen.

ManuelChavez · « **Reply #67 on:** October 12, 2015, 01:04:13 AM »

Hate

I saw the worst of the human heart,
the capacity to hate, disguised as good,
blinding the masses to see evil
as their means of liberation
from the oppressors, real or imagined.
Those images of man, from ages past,
haunting, infecting the mind,
a terminal cancer of the soul,
a fog through which one sees
only darkness,
only doubt,
devoid of love
or empathy
to anyone
but self.
Wrath.
Greed.
Pride.
Envy.
Lust.
Sin.
The death of the soul.

ManuelChavez · « **Reply #68 on:** November 26, 2015, 01:45:09 PM »

Give thanks,
for every good deed and blessing,
regardless of size or value;
from the gift of life from Our Creator,
to the redeeming sacrifice of His Son, Our Lord,
or the sweetest fruits of the Holy Ghost,
that we may know, love and serve,
with all due charity toward our neighbors.
Give thanks for every gift,
and be thankful to be able to give.
In all things give thanks;
for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus.

HiddenServant · « **Reply #69 on:** November 26, 2015, 09:48:05 PM »

I wish to know who I am
I may better become the
soul Heaven intends me
to become and attain to
Glorify Jesus as he wills
I ask,I beg,I truly a sinner
wish for Merciful harmony
to enlighten to where I may
be, and what i should see.
On my own I accomplish
nothing. In Jesus everything.
Into and onward's Heaven
can shine its Magnificence .
How can gratitude ever be
shown to thee. Instead the
energy I have been so richly
blessed with should be shared.
Holiness is in action obeying
the will of God and his words.
Holy Ghost come upon who is
able to accept and give honor
to Heaven. Let them be not be
forgotten and let them be able
to remember. Instill peace and
charity and strength to bear all.