615.
Santa Muerte, Godmother of the Sick & the Dying
Santa Muerte, Godmother of the Sick & the Dying
Godmother of the Sick & the Dying, oh Sacred Madrina
Bless all sick & dying that they become a warning
Protect them from harm, our Great Valedora
Bless all sick & dying who serve as warning to the healthy
Do not abandon them, our Dear Protectora
Protect our sick & dying who revere the Almighty
Our sick & dying who believe you, our Grand Patrona.
Amen.
-10/15/2018
(Dumarao)
*Special Intentions to Godmother Santa Muerte
614.
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Elderlies
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Elderlies
Godmother of Elderlies, oh Sacred Madrina
Bless all elderlies that they become God's bringers of peace
Protect them from harm, our Great Valedora
Bless all elderlies who suffer weakness & disease
Do not abandon them, our Dear Protectora
Protect our elderlies who love goodness & justice
Our elderlies who believe you, our Grand Patrona.
Amen.
-10/14/2018
(Dumarao)
*Special Intentions to Godmother Santa Muerte
613.
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Workers
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Workers
Godmother of Workers, oh Sacred Madrina
Bless all workers that they become God's followers
Protect them from harm, our Great Valedora
Bless all workers who contribute to society
Do not abandon them, our Dear Protectora
Protect our workers who help the community
Our workers who believe you, our Grand Patrona.
Amen.
-10/13/2018
(Dumarao)
*Special Intentions to Godmother Santa Muerte
612.
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Students
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Students
Godmother of Students, oh Sacred Madrina
Bless all students that they become benevolents
Protect them from harm, our Great Valedora
Bless all students who face many challenges
Do not abandon them, our Dear Protectora
Protect our students who observe honesty & goodness
Our students who believe you, our Grand Patrona.
Amen.
-10/12/2018
(Dumarao)
*Special Intentions to Godmother Santa Muerte
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
610.
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Children
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Children
Godmother of Children, oh Sacred Madrina
Bless all children that they belong to heaven
Protect them from harm, our Great Valedora
Bless all children who are weak & innocent
Do not abandon them, our Dear Protectora
Protect our children who are not malevolent
Our children who believe you, our Grand Patrona.
Amen.
-10/10/2018
(Dumarao)
*Special Intentions to Godmother Santa Muerte
609.
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Women
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Women
Godmother of Women, oh Sacred Madrina
Bless all women that they belong to heaven
Protect them from harm, our Great Valedora
Bless all women who love & care
Do not abandon them, our Dear Protectora
Protect our women who are good & fair
Our women who believe you, our Grand Patrona.
Amen.
-10/09/2018
(Dumarao)
*Special Intentions to Godmother Santa Muerte
608.
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Men
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Men
Godmother of Men, oh Sacred Madrina
Bless all men that they belong to heaven
Protect them from harm, our Great Valedora
Bless all men who work & provide
Do not abandon them, our Dear Protectora
Protect our men who in God abide
Our men who believe you, our Grand Patrona.
Amen.
-10/08/2018
(Dumarao)
*Special Intentions to Godmother Santa Muerte
Sweet Mother Marrow flies
in through the pane,
With dust made of shadows
and liquid of bane.
She gives you a gown that is
woven from spite,
And slippers of glass that
pinch extra tight.
She smiles with a grin full of
needles and pins,
And laughs in the dark when
the nightmare begins.
Her magic wand splinters
and curdles the milk,
As she wraps up your
dreams in a shroud of black
silk.
So cover your ears when she
hums her sweet chime,
For this godmother loves to
run out of your time.
My Godmother
My Godmother,
Francis Valleria Payge,
As benevolent a woman
you could ever meet,
Shared a bond with my dear
and precious mother,
One that would also bring great
meaning to me.
For my mother to allow her
to partake in my naming,
Spoke volumes of their
friendship and love,
She became my mother's
sister in Christ
With a bond as strong
as kindred blood,
They named me Sylvia Vonciel,
meaning both Forrest and Sky,
Child of Heaven, and
child of Earth,
Woman of sorrows sown
in earthly tears,
for the reaping of Heaven's mirth.
As a young girl she was proud,
of everything I'd make and do,
From my drawings and readings,
to poetry and art,
And as a woman, my endeavors
and dreams to pursue.
Instilling faith from the very start.
Like an angel in disguise, her
kindness and love,
Was a love and kindness felt rom
God's own heart.
Strong in the faith, still to this day yet,
Inspiring me to be the best that I can be, with the godly examples she always set.
Frolicking in a fuchsia gown
Amethyst wand in hand so bright
Indigo night sky in town
Rose colored cheeks so high
You could just be my muse
Green eyes seem to see through me
Onyx thoughts find me confused
Dare to grant me what I’m wishing
Mahogany man from a rugged land
One who is steady and silver strong
Tall and true to take my hand
He would be the music to my song
Emerald dreams can come true
Ready Godmother or fuchsia muse
I am your faerie godmother the creature told Frienderella.
Frienderalla stared at this beautiful, young, exotic creature.
You cannot be, you are nothing like the godmother in Cinderella.
True, said the godmother, but I am real, not a book or movie feature.
tiger lily was tired of being beautifully stagnant.
Bored, she was tired of standing on this hill, facing the sun.
Every year same oh, same oh.
Her faerie godmother came by. What do you need?
I need to bounce around, to see the world.
Poof! She became a beautiful ball!
The carriage arrived at the ball a few minutes fashionably late.
Which was exactly what Fairy Godmother had hoped for.
However, the carriage was empty.
The door opened and no one appeared.
Where is she? F.G. asked the footman.
He did not talk.
Neither did the driver.
Fairy Godmother was not allowed the luxury of this kind of mistake twice.
Her supervisors appeared from the ether.
First you let Snow White run off with a dwarf,
And now you have lost Cinderella.
What kind of a reenactment are you running here?
At least she got Red Riding Hood home safe, said Pinocchio.
His nose grew a foot in seconds.
That cinched the deal.
They revoked Fairy Godmother’s license.
I was deep in the bowels of depression alley
When I realized no prince or fairy godmother was coming
The only person who could save me was me.
Was I ready to do it? Or did I need more “poor me” time.
I like pitying myself sometimes, enjoy licking my wounds.
Love to go over the scenario, making someone else the villain.
Sometimes I do not like taking blame for my actions.
This was one of those times, so I went back to bed in my dark room.
I soon realized I was only hurting me, so I resolved to change.
I began to dance, wildly enjoying a better me of myself, feeling better.
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