My Sins He Forgave

I stare in the mirror, And the devil stares back Laughing and sneering, His taunting attack “I bought you, I own you, Now run, try to hide Your soul has been mortgaged, Your spirit denied” I run through the barn, And come back with a brick At the silvery glass, I throw and then kick The pieces all scatter, And smash on the floor As a roar can be heard, From the rafters and more A fire has started, The hay loft ablaze With bats in the air, The demon has raised I reach in my shirt, For the cross round my neck For my Grandmother’s promise, To preserve and protect… And the heat that it carries, Burns bright in my hand As I point it aloft, At the horns that now fan “A Rosary upon you, Return to your cave My faith is restored, —my sins he forgave” (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)