Press play. Salute.
(A lone voice whispers)
Sometimes, we all can lose our faith in life through whatever hardships we endure
Standing seemingly lost, woefully despondent but one thing always remains
Even if we are seen to be rich or poor
We all pray for salvation in the silence if we feel totally lost and abandoned
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
So says John 3:16 and will you listen as I speak
For like an ancient guardian of loves
Hidden Libraries in the sometimes unreachable Red Church
You once came to me whenever I felt weak
Appearing like an apparition mysteriously rising right out of the blue
We opened together such new to me
Beguiling well-read bibles and old well-thumbed books
Beyond the reach of all the jealous eyes of all who desired to look and all the unruly Zodiac signs
It may be all lost now
In these ever-swirling winds of time
But those resounding
memories still always remain
Of bygone days in the shadows of my past
When you were just mine and I prayed upon your altar nightly
All those empowering memories still linger
So just pray for me still
Send strength and belief to me and my guardian angels
For I'll always return in time
To reopen old books and new bibles in your Red Church
No matter how broken I feel
For we are all sinners no matter whatever we chose in life
For so many things or people can be soft or treasonous
We just have to conquer all those demons that can suddenly appear
On the sometimes lonely road to self-recovery and eventually salvation
No matter how hard we fight or avoid facing our fears
To hopefully arrive somewhere so sacred that the healing hands of the Almighty
Can reach down and forgive us as we once again walk with Our Lady of Sorrows
So we can find the strength to find hope
To cope with whatever comes in all our tomorrows
Let us adore and give thanks to God
Our Father, and to hail Mary, when her we finally see and glory be until then
Amen
Copyright John Duffy
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