611.
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Families
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Families
Godmother of Families, oh Sacred Madrina
Bless all families that they belong to the holies
Protect them from harm, our Great Valedora
Bless all families who strive to survive
Do not abandon them, our Dear Protectora
Protect our families who do good to be alive
Our families who believe you, our Grand Patrona.
Amen.
-10/11/2018
(Dumarao)
*Special Intentions to Godmother Santa Muerte
488.
Prayer For Families
Oh Father God, we pray for all families
That they live in prosperity, love & peace
Oh Lord Jesus, we pray for every family
That they survive every hardship & calamity
Oh Holy Spirit, we pray for society's basic unit
That their happiness & harmony may have no limit
This we pray to our One True God. Amen.
-12/25/2015
(Dumarao)
*Prayer Poems for Christmas
In our first family, we all grow up.
Sometimes, a heavy price is paid,
Maybe, somebody doesn't show up,
but, in this family we're partly made.
Then one day, when we find a mate,
it's our chance to fashion something new,
and so, we hope, then, to create
a family with love that's true.
From the first, we take love we retain,
as in the second, we try again.
Surely your turning
of things upside down
is not but the potter’s clay.
You’ve done it with every
damn thing in this world
from the start till the present day.
I guess it’s impressive,
that which you’ve done -
blinding the world with your sham.
Making it look like you care for us all,
but the truth is you don’t give a damn.
Like the snakes that you are,
you creep in the night,
slithering into seats for to stay.
Then the families who actually
care for the folks,
you label and put them away.
But shall the thing framed
say of he has framed it,
“he doesn’t have understanding”?
Your disrespect wreaks
through your pathetic smile,
but time is an interesting thing.
For there’s only so much of it
left till your through!
Then the King will come back for what’s his.
Then those families will be
right there back in the streets
handling all of his biz…
Isaiah 29: 15-16
My daughter is an angel,
For her I rarely fear,
For I am always reassured by the promises I hear,
That she is in God's hands,
And in God she always stands,
But sometimes when I doubt,
And I cannot see her safe,
I think to my man Moe,
And I know she's good to go!!!
People of Isreal the true
isrealites my own family
persecuted branded with
swastika during WW11
my pop hid Jewish people
from Hitler the use of the
swastika the taking of a
religious symbol used to
cause harm for the Jews
my prayers are with the
Jewish families Jewish
memorials are in place
for anyone in need of
comfort and healing
awareness saves lived
stop branded Isrealites
stop persecution of Jews
I am reminded of thee
cruelty and killing
of Jewish infants
reach out support our
Jewish communities
People of Isreal listen
People of Isreal pay attention
People of Isreal dance
People of Isreal shout for Joy
Swastikas hurt
An angel is born,
reuniting families once torn, they race
atmosphere smiles, joy fills every space
a new chapter unfolds, a healing trace
vocation grows, an everlasting chase
love sprouting, life's bonds laced
together they celebrate a healing trace,
a new chapter unfolded, of angel's arrival
of a baby born, as December unveils.
Families are complex,
For the ties that somehow bind us
Are the ones that go way back
To all the years that are behind us.
If it’s nature or it’s nurture,
Once to others we’ve connected,
All our lives we’re stuck together,
Or at least that’s what’s expected.
So we celebrate our big events
And join together, sharing
Bonds reminding us that for these times
We’ve always been preparing.
they once had fire that was combustible
it was difficult to not feel their heat
their families knew their passion before they did
like two cats facing off, sparing away their tension
next door neighbors, they never expected to date
best friends, they never thought of each other in a sensual way
until college happened, and they were separated
upon their return, things happened quickly,
no surprise to either family,
they had seen it coming for years
Jolly Home Is where
Family members and friends
For the Holidays.
Christmas time
Joy is in the air
In full force.
Holy Home
Love is in the air
In full throttle.
For the Holidays
Everything is unblemished
For Humanity.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Through the life, I gift to you my genuinity.
I shall always be there with complete honesty.
My sparkling eyes and sturdy hands shall always extend reliability.
Even when not in vision always have faith upon my authenticity.
May the world say so, you never doubt my credibility.
So is the faith displayed by your mince pies.
Purest verisimilitude exists ever to keep togetherness entwined.
For, some ties travel through the stars and the sky!!
Mince pies: Eyes!
No two families are alike
So we can’t really know
What happens in a household
Underneath the parts that show.
The habits, values and routines
Which parents first control
Aren’t visible to those outside,
Though normalcy’s the goal.
When children grow and leave the house
And heed their inner voice,
The power to reject or stick
With customs is their choice.
What I find most intriguing
Is how those from one abode
Can, as grown-ups, lead such different lives
From those their folks bestowed.
love is completely all loving
it's gentle it's rare
love is in relationships
and can be
intimate in bed
people can be loved
just like friends
genuine love too
the love between
genuine friends
can be true
the love between
friends is so genuine
and true families
have a big part
in loving too
the love with
families is within
the heart it
has a special bond
that can never
be torn apart
families are important
above all else
there all the
time when you need
them most
FAMILIES ARE HEROES TOO
Families are Heroes too
They hold the candle for you
With strength and honor
They make it through
Children missing mom's and dad's
They wait in faith to be glad
Watching the door for
their surprise
With joy and excitement
they wipe their eyes
Phone calls and letters
in patience they wait
Hoping that their
families won't be late
Days and months
will surely pass
We pray this war
will soon be past
Guardian angels
watching over them
When times get hard
the light grows dim
Weeping may endure for the night
But joy will come at daylight
The Lord you sees all the
children down on their knees
Every night in prayer he
listens and sees
They pray" Lord keep my mommy
and daddy safe Please bring them
home for your name sake" Amen"
Soon again their families will meet
With open arms they wait to greet
Welcome Home Mom or Dad
You are here and we are glad
©Copyright 2005 Susan R. Smith( Susie Poem)
Old words scribed on leaning stones
Where Scripture begs my heart to stay
Leave no impress upon my bones.
While fresh bright flowers fade away
Families die or move away,
Though grass is faithful not to stray
O’er entombed souls of yesterday
Who left God’s engraved words to stay.
Only numbers pluck my heart strings
Which John 3:16 testament promise brings.
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