It is a cool and sunny Easter Sunday morning.....42 degrees
Hopefully it will warm up today to 60 (some odd) degrees.
For the first time (since my kids were little) I attend the Easter Vigil Mass
At the Church of St. Mary all by myself
My wife and kids have left the Catholic faith many years ago
Sometimes my novena prayers and rosaries seemingly doesn't suffice to be enough.
My wife became cynical and my kids have left the faith...I now feel so lonely
Though she never had an abortion, she now considers herself "pro-choice" and supportive of "pro-LGBT"
Hence I feel like a loner to this day
'ol slewfoot (that mean 'ol devil) is still putting his "two cents worth in"
In this morbid end-time day.
She swears and cusses and shouts "CHRIST ON A CRUTCH!"
And it breaks my heart so very much!
Still... I am reassured by a fellow lovely lady at Easter vigil
A sweet and tender youth minister named Diane with a somewhat squeaky (yet cheerful) voice who always prays for me
And smiles for me.
And re-assures me.
Along with a fellow member of the handbell choir named Mary Jane who always comes up and unconditionally hugs me.
And softly says..."she'll come back someday."
I hold back my tears as I head home as I approach my bed
And softly repeatedly pray:
"JESUS AND MARY...PLEASE TAKE ME HOME!
..AND SAVE MY WIFE AND CHILDREN TOO!"
JML 4/09/23
- Author: jmlpoeticblues ( Offline)
- Published: April 9th, 2023 08:33
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Comments1
A fine write J. Yes, some say Christ is a crutch to get us through life. But He is the ground to stand on!
Thanks for your kind words.
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