Hymn to the Mother of God
When blowhards, rogues, and charlatans
Appall me with their deeds,
In my soul's grief I seek relief
And pray your circled beads.
When liars, fiends, and murderers
Infest the public square,
I lift my eyes up to the skies:
Bright Star, I find you there.
When mercy's mocked and justice jeered
At podium and forum,
No mob or throng can thwart my song:
Blossom unblighted, Rose of May,
Maiden of Nazareth,
At nod of night, at dawn's first light,
I praise you with each breath.
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2018-06-03 at 04:29
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