Notre Dame du Rosaire

To you we sing: a million tongues, one voice;
to you who bore the Giver of all breath:
Queen at whose sight all heavy hearts rejoice,
accept this garland of our ardent faith.

Through careworn fingers pass the circled beads:
an abacus that tabulates our praise,
a lullaby to calm our crying needs,
a remedy upon our sickest days.

Fifty Hail Marys, coolly burning coals,
refresh our speech until, no longer sour
with hate or pride, no longer parched by lust,

we beg you, Nurse and virgin, heal our souls:
minister mercy now and every hour
until we give our bones back to the dust.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-14 at 05:12

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Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
Very reverential and respectful in tone, insomuch that it is easily felt by the reader. Very nice work, indeed!
2018-05-18


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I hadn't read this beautiful piece in praise of the mother of humanity. You show such love and praise in words so perfectly written.
I remember the many hours I spent on my knees praying and talking to Her when I went to Catholic School. By the way, some of my best memories are from when I taught at Notre Dame U. in South Bend, Indiana. What a beautiful campus full of knowledge, and all in memory of Her.
Beautiful words.
2018-05-16


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
The ultimate Mother's Day piece. A declaration of devotion to the quintessential mater :)
2018-05-15