Gentle as motherly wind, your sacred place
Children we are embraced by warmth caressed
Ave Maria, filled with hope around;
Fall enshrines this radiant moment blessed.
No undue trials here, or short mown days
Your gentle hand protects our daily tread,
While we implore the rosary by heart
October glints of beads ...stars overhead.
And heaven beams in ioyful contentment
Crowning decades of Holy Mary's time,
'Conceived without sin;' loved by her people
Sampaguitas bestowed with hums sublime.
Our Lady of Mercy, Fount of all Souls
Your tender strength abides like the soft night
Imbuing a grace of wholeness in us;
Where street parades, candles float with delight.
Ordeals may crumble under season's rain
Yet , Ave Maria, hearts overflow
Intercesssions lifting us with your breaths,
A whisper that endures life’s Lent, we glow!
I will offer my heart, so that it may be yours by the right.?
I will give you myself unto sacrifice, that you may live.
You may break my heart, that I might suffer while yet young.?
You may stab me with a knife, because you believe you know better—?
better than God, in whom all things are created;?
better than the devil himself, in whom things are destroyed;?
better than the world and all people unborn;?
better than angels, whose will is in God.
Better than my words—?for the deed of your will shall speak thee,?
and in that deed be revealed the evil within?of one who drives his knife into the innocent children.
Every brush stroke feels like I’m healing
As I paint these stars all over your ceiling
Drawing constellations all over the walls
Slow dancing to you every time that you call
I trace the soft orbits of our shadows aligned
To rid the world of perfection—it’d be so unkind
No man or Adonis could entrap me, its feeble
You’re a child of beauty, so damn pure and regal
I wait in the depths of my own bleeding heart
Trying to tear down the walls that keep us apart
You grant me sweet nothings—a pleasurable start
I’m living on the moon now and I’ll never depart
Fading in, fading out with every kiss of your name
You’ve got me in your palm and I have no one to blame
Take a bow in the silence, my efforts are in vain
Because loving you darling.. is sweet holy pain.
Holy spirit you are welcome
In my life
I am stand still
Like a rooted tree
Old like me
Please don't chop me down
Don't I have the right to live?
Why
I am very old
One you cut me down
There won't be another tree
That will replace me
750.
Adoration to Mary:
Mother of the Holy Rosary
We adore you, our Heavenly Mother
We adore you next to our Heavenly Father
Oh Mother of the Holy Rosary – Mother of Christianity
You are our Holy Mother, oh Mama Mary
Holy Mary, Mother of the Holy Rosary
Mother of the symbol of our faith & unity
You are holy, you are immaculate
Glory be to you also, the Mother we consecrate.
Amen.
-11/20/2019
(Dumarao)
*Adoration to Mary as Mother of Christianity
baptismal waters
anoint our first and last breaths
another folly
Holy Cherubim
Please Take me home with you
I'm told you're from the land of His Majesty
I'm lost finding my way into the heavens
Would you consider me-
A vessel of holiness in due time
Who I am today is a victim of circumstance
My steadfast conscience keeps belief alive
I do dare hope in tomorrows salvation
This is my only humble confession
Give me breath, give me life, give me freedom
I'm duped by a world of expectations
"Teach me patience,
Teach me reverence
Teach me adherence"
To keep faith active and submissive
Amen
Surviving_Pawn
Hot air shimmies
down the dirt road
and asphalt sidewalk alike
Your skin is breathing
its little flame tassels
in unison
Chaos is here and there, everywhere
You are steeped in its ancient solvent
melting the rigid fabric of
long outgrown frames of mind
Offer your edge to the wild
unruly breath
to the dance of
constriction and release
Let the string of sweat beads
scatter on the floor of this friction
Flow down to the land of this skin
that knows no bounds
Holy water rising from the bone-deep well
to rinse you clean, wash you down
crack you open to surrender
dip you and your inmates
into the luminous presence
of an ordinary breakout
Hallelujah
hands on sacred books
we don't dither to take oaths ~
in courts of justice
Love flows into my heart.
In the walls I stood ready for life.
No more standing still.
Under stones under trees.
Knights lit the flames.
Rose from death my Captain hears me.
York train station calls to me.
Zlin Czechia is where my best friend lives.
I live in Chicago distance from worlds apart.
Yes I am alone but Jesus is with me.
Jesus I miss her but I never met her in person.
Known her most of my life.
The odd, faint of blood had soaked the sinner’s body.?
It was the blood of crying repentance unto Christ.
Laid upon a shore of stones,?the body rested where the rocks cut the holy waters.?
On its surface, shimmering stars were scattered by the hand of God.
Justice had been restored-at the cost of one’s life.
And the Sun now glorified one’s soul-for he’s who had witnessed it.
Yet what is the cost of justice?
It is the cost of one’s sanity..
With dimming moonlight ebbing slowly,
treading the path to lands deemed holy,
here walks a tired man, an aged pilgrim,
with his frail shadow following him.
He maunders on in search of that bed
where he can lay down his weary head,
and draw earthy sheets over tired eyes,
life's unbalanced sums thus totalise.
Return to nature with final act
what he took: no more, no less…exact.
Dreams from retold of
Ancient paths the holy
Walked.
Resist all illusion.
I dance blindly in
Your storm, carried away
By Your phantasm.
Episodes of reincarnation
Entangled Your roots with mine,
Binding me still
To Your resilience.
Soulful melodies enrapture
My heart.
A song bleeding through
Every fibre
Of my possessed being.
always
an anchor
coursing
through my nerveroot
his
revitalization
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
Jesus words John 15 & 16 -how He is in a believer
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