To My Little Medjugorje ; My heart sorrows continually. . . Whereupon the earth is solace from war? Are there homes still lit with love. And hearts still burning bright — With food for body and soul? Come, let us to a land ,far away — An Everlasting one, Where moth, nor rust, taint not - The garment, nor the Crown! What do you think Heaven is like? With pleasures not envisioned here, It is easy to loose faith. Were this all there was -- Never-ending conflict, Then surely the darkness, Would envelope us, And no-one’s valor, Would matter. We would descend ,as it were, Where no play or pen is set - And squalor reign. . . As men deign fit, To worship idols -- And praise themselves, To what mortal gain, in ruins? As guns destroy the living, To lift on high the gloom - Of Godless men, For whom, greatness eludes them.



Joined November 2008

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I chose this poem, because it’s really what I want most to share, with others. That is, the clear voice of a woman who spared my life , as a very young girl. This woman I knew as a small child, and after her help was given, I forgot who she was, or what had happened. As an adult I had to search hard for the reality of what little faith I’d been given.At the back of a Catholic Church one day, I saw her. Her likeness,on a paperback cover, was lying on a glass counter-top. It was the woman who had helped me as I lay abandoned and virtually lifeless. By all natural appearances,it seemed hopeless, that is ,until she appeared .There upon the tiled wall , beside my beaten body, as a portal to the heavens,singular in radiance,for the sheer beauty of her countenance, I heard her speak to me, and guide me through the darkness of the many hours prior to my having been rescued..The title of the book said it all, and I was as stunned as you will be. Lives of the Martyrs. . . and the book’s portrait cover, a perfect replica of who had appeared to help me, through the darkest hours of my life. . . Mary, Queen of Martyrs. I had never seen her throughout the many years now past, as I instantly recognized her, portrayed on the book’s cover. It was as though a great door was opened, that had been shut up , till then. Once more ,I hear her clear voice, in a realm I had not been conscious of , for many,many years.



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