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THE MANY PATRON SAINTS OH HOW I RELY ON SAINT ANTHONY DURING THE DAYS OF REACHING FOR SOLACE FOR PEACE OF MIND REMEMBERING ME BEFORE TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY THEN I COULD THREAD A NEEDLE REMEMBER MY GLASSES WERE RIGHT ON MY FACE AS I PRAY TO SAINT ANTHONY OH DARN WHERES MY GLASSES THEY WERE RIGHT HERE I JUST KNOW FOUR OUR FATHERS FOUR HAIL MARYS SAINT ANTHONY PRAY FOR US IN AN INSTANT I RUB MY EYES AND FIND MY GLASSES BEING A DEVOUT CATHOLIC IN A WORLD OF CHAOS REMEMBERING POPE BENNEDICT STRANDED IN GERMANY AWAITING HOUSING PRAYING FOR A MIRACLE BLESSINGS MY POP HELPED REBUILD GERMANY AFTER WW11MY POPE HELPED PROTECT POPE BENEDICT AND HIS BROTHER GEORGE WAS CAPTURED YOUNG HITLER SOLDIERS AT FIRST SO MY GIRLS AND I WERE GIVING A HUGE HOUSING QUARTERS IN THE FOREST NOT FAR FROM HITLER AND AVA BRAUNS BUNKER I KNOW I'M BLESSED THERE ARE TIMES I CAN ALMOST HEAR HITLER RANTS PRAYER FOR A MIRACLE FOR THE JEWS THE POLISH REALIZING MY CATHOLIC FAITH HAS ALWAYS BEEN STEADFAST REMEMBERING MY FAVORITE SAINT ST JOHN XXIII MY FAVORITE SAINT BECAUSE HE ACTUALLY TOUCHED ME MOST SAINTS YOU CAN ONLY WONDER LIKE SAINT YOLANDA MY PATRON SAINT OF POLAND AND HUNGARY OR PERHAPS THE LIFE OF PETER AND PAUL BOTH I. PRISONED FOR THE GOSPEL AN ANGEL APPEARED RELEASING PETER FROM THE CHAINS AND TOLD HIM TO LEAVE PAUL SAVED A GIRL FROM DEMONS WAS IMPRISONED HE CONTINUED TO SPREAD THE GOSPEL CHAINED TO A GUARD STAYING IN HIS FAITH A GREAT EARTH QUAKE SHOOK THE GROUND OPENING THE PRISON SAINT CECILIA BEHEADED OR SAINT SEBASTIAN ARROWED TO DEATH ALL TORTURED HUMBLY FATE TO LIVE LIKE JOB TRUSTING GODS WISDOM  THROUGH EXCRUTIATING SUFFERING TO EMBRACE SAINT MARY MAGDELENE SEVEN DEMONS RELEASED BY JESUS HIMSELF TOOK SEVEN DAYS OR TO HOLD ON TO THE STRENGTH OF SAINT JOSEPH MOTHER MARY THE HOLY FAMILY A MERE DAUNTING TASK TO INVISION SAINT JOHN THE BAPTIST LEAPING IN SAINT ELIZBETHS WOMB AS SAINT FRANCIS GATHERS THE BIRDS ONE CAN ONLY IMAGINE WHAT WAS ST JOHN XXIII MIRACLE THE MIRACLE IN ROME 1944 CHRISTMAS EVE MASS AT SAINT SEBASTIAN CHURCH AND TOMB MY POP PROTECTING THE PRIEST BISHOPS BEING TORTURED FOR THEIR CATHOLIC BELIEFS DURING WAR THE MEANING IN DOING SO HE ALSO WAS PROTECTING THE SAINTS MY FAVORITE ST JOHN XXIII BECAUSE HE LOOKED INTO MY EYES STARRING BACK AT HIM A MIRACLE MY BIRTH I SURVIVED BEING BORN DURING A CIVIL RIGHTS RIOT COLD COLD BELOW ZERO MOM GAVE BIRTH AT HOME MY POP MY NONNA PRAYING TO ST JOHN XXII FOR ME A MIRACLE THE DAY IN THE WOODS ON A NATURES HIKE MY KIDS WANDERED NEAR GREEN WATERS INFESTED WITH ALIGATORS DARKNESS COVERED THE SKY MIDDAY AFTERNOON I KNEELED AND PRAYED WHILE WITNESSING SOULS BEING LIFTED FROM THE TREES REMINDED ME OF THE BRAHMAS AND THE TREES WILL CLAP THEIR HANDS WOODED STUMPS GATHER AROUND ME LIKE APOSTLES AS I PLEADED WITH GOD FATHER THESE ARE NOT MY EYES ONE SOUL REACHED FOR ME HE WAS STILL ON THAT TREE ENBEDDED IN WOOD BONES LEFT WITHIN THE TREES A MIRACLE ON AN ANCIENT BURIAL GROUND THAT NEARLY SWALLOWED MY KIDS YELLOW FLOWERS BEGAN TO BLOOM RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES I FELT THE GROUND RUMBLE THE EARTH SHIFTED THERE SHE WAS HUBBERING MOTHER MARY OF GOD I PRAYED TO MARY PLEASE MY KIDS COULDN'T CROSS THE GREEN MIRKY WATERS MARY WAS LEADING THEM BACK TO ME AS FLOWERS BLOOMED AT MY FEET I YELLED FOLLOW THE YELLOW FLOWERS THEY ARE ON THE LAND ON THE GROUND THEY SAID IT WAS ALL DARK THE SKY CLOSED I THOUGHT I MUST TAKE A PICTURE OF MARY THE SKY OPEN THE TREES WERE WEEPING FOR THE BODIES THAT REMAINED EMBEDDED IN WOOD FINALLY MY KIDS AND I WE EMBRACED THEY TOO WITNESSED THE WOODS TURNING FROM 11AM TO 11PM AS NIGHT CRAWLED UNDER DAY A MIRACLE AFTER I DEVELOPED THE FILM MARY IN WOOD I DIDN'T QUESTION GOD PERHAPS THAT MOMENT WAS ONLY FOR ME TO WITNESS LONG ENOUGH TO SAVE MY KIDS FROM THE ALIGATORS NOT A CAMERA LENS FOR WE WALK BY FAITH NOT BY SIGHT I KNEW THEM I AM TRULY BLESSED I  HAVE ANGELS AND SAINTS PRAYING FOR ME THE MANY ATTEMPTS ON MY LIFE THE CAR BOMB IGNITING MY FACE CRUSHING ALL THE BONES IN MY FACE MY EYEBALL HUNG OUT OF THE SOCKET MARY APPEARED TO ME AGAIN MY LOVED ONES GATHERED AS I WITNESSED HEAVEN NO DIFFERENT THAN WHEN POPE ST JOHN XXIII SISTER SUFFERED THIS GIANT TUMOR SHE PRAYED TO HER BROTHER POPE ST JOHN XXIII AND WAS HEALED I REALIZED I AM TRULY BLESSED TO HAVE BEEN TOUCHED BY A SAINT POPE ST JOHN XXIII CHRISTMAS MASS 1944 SAINT SEBASTIAN CHURCH AND TOMB ROME WHEN MY POPE PROTECTED THE PRIEST ARCH BISHOPS THE CATHOLIC TROOPS IN ROME WW11
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