I let her know when I go to confession,
Its frequency alone should tell her I’m a
Great sinner in need of her constant prayer.
But why risk it; I ask for her copious prayers.
The vow: a vocation to married life,
The sins: for the ears of the Confessor,
The amends: a spiritual director,
The Sacraments: the daily medicine,
The fulcrum on which my salvation balances.
Gary Edward Geraci
- Author: Gary Edward Geraci ( Offline)
- Published: June 3rd, 2023 10:00
- Comment from author about the poem: God’s gift to us: the Sacraments.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
Good write Gary.
Thank you, O!
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