Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
fell into my field today.
We sat beside a lovely flower
and whiled away the hour.
People
I am not a saint
Because I have
My bad temper
You say that
I never loose my temper
That is not true
I do loose my temper
I don't want to see
Me angry
Are you going
Continue to be my friend
Because I can't live
Without Friends
I would be very lonely
And it is very sad to be lonely
629.
Prayer to St. Michael the Archangel
Oh Archangel St. Michael
In every battle defend us
In every evil protect us
As we pray to God with humility
That evil be dealt with properly
By you, oh Prince of Souls in Heaven
With God's power let Satan be driven
Into hell with the rest of the demons
Who linger in this world to bring spiritual devastations.
Amen.
-12/29/2018
(Dumarao)
*My Poetic Prayers to Saints Trilogy 2018
628.
St. Francis Prayer
Lord,
Let me become a tool of Thy order
Where there is hatred, let love be there
Where there is hurt, let forgiveness be there
Where there is distrust, let faithfulness be there
Where there is hopelessness, let opportunity be there
Where there is darkness, let light be there
Where there is grief, let gladness be there
Oh Holy Lord,
Let not my eyes be so widespread
So I can comfort as I am comforted
So I can comprehend as I am comprehended
So I can love as I am beloved
Because it is by giving that we can be given
And it is by forgiving that we can be forgiven
And it is by dying that we can be born again.
Amen.
-12/28/2018
(Dumarao)
*My Poetic Prayers to Saints Trilogy 2018
627.
Novena Prayer to St. Benedict
Oh St. Benedict who is glorious
Grand Model of All Virtues
Bringer of Grace from the Almighty
I humbly kneel before thee
Protect me from all dangers & foes
Let me have the blessings God endows
And avoid whatever God forbids
Grant me the favors & graces I need from God
For the troubles in life that I had
As your kind heart directs to those being inflicted
You do not abandon those whom to you devoted
That is why I ask you to intercede for me
This petition (name of petition) I present to the Almighty
If it is for His glory & my spiritual relief
Oh St. Benedict who is great
Help me to maintain my faith
Live as a faithful child of God
Die as a faithful child of God
Let His will that is holy
Be done unto & through me
That I will be forever happy in his heavenly kingdom.
Amen.
-12/27/2018
(Dumarao)
*My Poetic Prayers to Saints Trilogy 2018
(written this day when I bought the “Jubilee Medal of St. Benedict”)
I saw a sight
Of holiness
Draped in crimson and saffron
Between the roller hot dogs
And the slushie machine
When someone says, "(S)he's a saint",
I think of peace and restraint,
but when it's time for battle paint,
tell me, Saint Michael,
must we hide from sight?
Truth and justice, we must protect -
those things, both good and correct.
So, I ask, with all respect,
tell me, Saint Michael,
sometimes, must we fight?
And what to do if Man divides -
sometimes there are at least two sides.
As to where the truth resides,
tell me, Saint Michael,
who decides what's right?
Betsy was a saint
always there for her mother
she was selfless, giving her time and energy
Her sisters were selfish, never there for mom
my cousin’s side of the story
Betsy took over her mother’s finances
Her mother called me crying
Betsy had cleaned her out
She did not have any money left
Three bank accounts gone
my brother’s side of the story
Betsy’s sisters are horrible
They were mean to her at the funeral
She was so good to their mother
They must be jealous
I cannot remember who said this but someone did
Betsy’s sisters told her they would not prosecute or put her in prison
if she did not attend the funeral, so she did not show up
My brother’s wife threw this to me
Betsy was a saint; she did everything for her mother
I retire from the funeral glad I am not related to any of them
Must you wound me?
Deviled dogs of Satan's lot
holding me upon raging seas
mouths garbled with sinful froth.
And must you pull my cloak?
Grubby nailed hands grasping
clambering upon my limbs.
Must you torment me?
Foul horned beasts sneer
with glee to fell a wall
that shall not fall.
Painting…
artwork
berserk
odd earned
modern
surreal
appeal
bizarre
by far
not banned
unfanned
slash—tore
restored
Symbol…
Based on
Friar John’s
drawing
gnawing
foreseen
cross scene
Christ’s arms
paint psalms
cross floats
gloss boat
Easter
feaster
Colors…
cool tones
browns form
dark sky
eagle eye
bone blends
deepens
blue dream
hue scheme
Technique…
contrast
both vast
pewter
muter
spectrum
none done (perpective never done)
Dalí’s
follies
She’s up at dawn binoculars raised
Surveying lawns like crimes unfazed
A rogue petunia out of line
She files a claim by 8:09
A car she doesn’t recognize
Becomes a case she must analyze
Stolen she mutters pacing slow
She’s texting the board before they know
If someone grills past quiet time
She drafts a message crisp and primed
Attachments timestamps photos too
Her self-proclaimed duty through and through
She’s judge and jury of the street
A self-appointed rules elite
No porch too cluttered hedge too tall
No harmless fun too small to stall
The neighbors begrudgingly grit their teeth
When she reports a wreath beneath
The approved specs for seasonal décor
They’ve learned to keep an eye on their door
Not a board member but eager to enforce
She guards the HOA’s covenant with a nosy force
A watchdog? Maybe A pest? Perhaps
Forever wasting her days setting petty traps
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emerald
green, lively
drinking, dancing, celebrating
shamrocks, leprechauns, rainbows, gold
marching, feasting, laughing
joyful, bright
luck
It is deceptively easy,
yet unbelievably hard—
to protect and serve,
while carrying the weight of every call,
every scene, every shadowed moment.
High expectations weigh heavy,
with minimal support to lean on.
Yet you answer love for neighbors
with an unbelievable calling.
Law enforcers,
unbelievable human beings—
standing between us and the dark side
of our shared humanity,
keeping us safe night after night.
Sympathetic. Empathetic.
Steadfast through the storm.
Port St. Lucie Police Department,
you are a quiet blessing
to our community's happiness,
a shield we too often take for granted.
Thank you—for the unseen burdens you bear,
and for the peace you help us keep.
Minnesota cold a curse and a blessing
invigorating breath-taking
bundled up yet wonder taken in
a call to ice skate until we couldn’t any more
stick-figures arms raised celebration
my girlfriend in fourth grade
or friend
infatuation
a white blanket
glistened under the distant sun
as it stretched across yards
toward untold destinations
the wind against houses a haunting song
sounded like my father’s
off-key singing
my eyes watered
he sang again
a whisper as I walked to the neighbors
an igloo in their front yard
made by a parent’s hands
all the pieces fit
stillness when I went inside
a soft glow through the walls
a warmth felt when left with my thoughts
youthful moments embraced before the season passed
Born thin, gaunt
Homely, to say the least
A beggar's table
Never seated to feast
Always without
But happy within
An open magnet
To wanton men
Words are sharp
Spirit is sweet
But only snakes
Surround her feet
Always getting through
Victory is her lot
Believing THIS
Is all she's got
Where's the living
In a life of pain
Unless the command is given
To bring it back again
A life well lived
Is a mind well managed
Unity in operation
Reclaiming authority from the advantaged
The war is over
LOVE has lifted the veil
We are remembering the self
No Archon can quail
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-27-2028
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