Donna Sue Poetry

PRAYERS FOR THE DYING, PRAYERS FOR THE DEAD

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Graveyard Rain 3

Again, it seemed a rainy day had led me to a dream,

My rosary wrapped around my hand and coffee full of cream.

As I settled with a book to read then drifted off to sleep,

I found myself within a fog upon a rocky heap.

 

It seemed the stones around my feet were used to mark a grave,

And posted as a warning to the entrance of a cave.

I peered into the darkened hole but only saw pitch black,

But then I heard a mournful sound that made me jump straight back!

 

Cries, and pleas and frightening sounds that made my blood run cold,

I quickly crossed myself and prayed St. Michael’s prayer of old.

Suddenly the air grew still as a light shown in the night,

An Angel beckoned me to kneel and pray with all my might!

“Someone is dying,” were his words, “so near the gates of hell.”

“Pray hard for his salvation now before they ring death’s bell!

I threw myself upon the ground, prostrate before the Lord,

And fought for his conversion with a rosary as my sword.

 

I begged God’s Divine Mercy with my arms stretched open wide

And prayed he’d find repentance and forgiveness as he died.

It seemed I prayed for hours doing battle for his soul,

When lightning struck across the sky and closed that deep dark hole.

 

Then scores of angels shouted “Alleluia!” to their King!

As Purgatory opened in a mighty rushing swing.

A soul was saved, God’s grace revealed, but no time yet to rest,

A time of expiation due this soul that had been blessed.

 

Reparation, prayers and masses, to quench him from the fires,

To see the Holy Face of God, is what the law requires.

So in charity and kindness, please pray for those who’ve died

That soon they see the golden gates of Heaven open wide.

 

Donna Sue Berry

October 15th

Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam


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