Virus, protestors violent, race riots and
It’s just July, outcries, the demons would have
Me write about this surge of house flies, I stand,
A dried brown scorpion corpse on the floor, halve
Here, harmless severed stinger there, away, grand
Guardian angel keep me, I look up and laugh
For Christ’s Cross keeps the devil’s face under,
Over watchful eyes of my heavenly Mother.
Gary Edward Geraci
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Good write Gary.
You will know the Protestant view is that we don't give as much prominence to Mary.
I don't use Protestant 'label' hardly at all though.
Erm, we got a wasp or two in the UK. Does that compare to a scorpion, or is it a pathetic comparison?! lol.
Both are stinging, pesky, pests to be avoided O. This whole Mary veneration is only out of due respect for the reverence our Lord, our risen Lord, has for his mother. The mother of God! Incomprehensible but revelation tells us so. I so so so so hope to have a Queen in heaven O; a cherished hope - that she will take me to her Son my Lord!
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