Vincent Flannery Poet Rhyme

Signs

Walking onto the ball field and taking first base
As to my son I yield as short stop would be his place
Needing something to draw the base that wasn't there
In order to catch the ball and in keeping things fair

And as soon as I look down there it would lay
Laying in dirt so brown as spirit works in a different way
A pen knife of blue that I knew my father had sent
I already knew this was true and knew exactly what it meant

But as I look at the other side seeing what the name said
My eyes opened wide and wonder danced in my head
Angel was clearly written as like a giant tear in my eye
Yea and I was really smitten but didn't have time to cry

As soon my son would cry out that he wanted to trade places
Oh there should never be a doubt as to our own many graces
But in trading places before I can even turn around
A decade rosary in all it's graces is the first thing that I found 

Coincidence is what some say as many still don't believe
But with that rosary I pray for it is for those that I grieve 
I'm sure Angel was there with his very Catholic friend
But I'm also sure God used the pair in accomplishing this end

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Danny Derden June 18, 2025 at 2:28 PM This poem is incredibly touching and full of spiritual significance. It beautifully weaves together themes of family, loss, and divine connection through a series of unexpected discoveries on a baseball field. The progression from the penknife to the rosary feels like a profound and comforting message from beyond, highlighting the idea that even in everyday moments, there can be powerful signs of guidance and love. It's a very moving testament to faith and the belief in meaningful coincidences.