October 7: Our Lady of the Rosary

wwposter spiritual weapon of the rosary

 

FAITH
The museum is an empty house, a dead lifestyle.
In the living room, pictures of Jesus forlorn,
an old rosary hanging over the bed.
This how we lived in old days, they tell me.

I understand old ones die, like you did, Aunty,
the way your soul left your body, blank
on bleached sheets, the way these people
left their home. I look at this old bed now;
did a mother die here, choking on her spit too?
Is this her rosary? Did she lose it all?

I visited the hospital a month before you die,
your left big toe is a blackening cherry.
Cut it, we beg, but our pleas are moot;
you are Taurus. Stoic. Resolute.

That day you lost your rosary for two days;
we searched under beds and in fruit bowls.
You cried nonstop all night. Nurses sifted mountains
of soiled sheets until the rosary is found nestled
in your dirty pillow case. When they gave it to you,
your fingers continued rolling as if it had not strayed.
Then you, who clutched your faith like a second skin,
whispered to me, I have lost faith in my Lord.

spiritual weapon of the rosary

2.

I want to write a hymn for you
where voices lift and southern Black choirs rock.

I want to write a hymn for you
where the sinners writhe, weeping bitter tears.

I want to write a hymn for you
where Baptist priests fling words at the congregation like fire
and Catholic priests throw holy water into the sky.

I want to write a classic hymn all harp and harmonica,
a hymn where our slave grandmas lift up their long frocks
and trample the earth to sounds of tambourines.

I want to write calypso hymns, folk hymns,
reggae hymns, joyous hymns.
I want to write sweet hymns for you.

 

 

Refugium Peccatorum An 18th century engraving of Mary as the Refuge of Sinners, depicting a man and a woman seeking refuge with Mary and the rosary from death and hell fire.

 

‘We get down every Friday night
Dancin’ and grindin’ in the pale moonlight
Grand Ole Opry, feelin’ alright
Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind…’

 

[Songwriters: Elizabeth Grant / Rick Nowels, Body Electric lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC]

Published by The Delightful Mrs P

Witch, Writer, Card Slinger, Chocolate Lover, Tea Drinker, Cake Eater & Mystic. A Northern Lass, a Walker between and betwixt. I'll talk to Anyone, dead or alive.

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