. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Virgin of Luca Speaks

Sunday, June 6, 2021

The Virgin of Luca Speaks


 
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(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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