Pew pained woman in plain worship attire to pray the
Same, new day, of old hymn praises: repeated, sung, and
Cried. No fanfare or vain gestures, her scripture reading
Clear; cane walk from the podium is slow and strained.
Unique; battle prepared. Devil afraid - the gray
Haired lady, top vet, frees captives and slaves this way.
- Gary Edward Geraci
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Gary Edward Geraci (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A tribute poem, written in an Asclepiad meter (LL, LSSL, LSSL, SL, where L = long syllable and S = short syllable), to the dear octogenarians, many suffering disabilities, whom I witness assisting at Mass, regardless where my travels may take me. May God abundantly shower them with even more grace!
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
A Beautiful tribute! Totally
relatable with my mom!
Thank you for sharing!
Thank you Laura for your read and comment. I’m happy to learn the poem resonated with you. Peace and blessings.
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