THE OLD WOMAN AND HER ROSARY The old woman and her rosary, I see her every day. So deep the pain within her eyes, She grips it tight to pray. It is her dear companion, Her best friend in time of need. Old fingers dance in silent prayer, Then slide from bead to bead. She thinks upon its mysteries; Christ’s life upon this earth, Of her old age and wasted days, And what her life is worth. About her youth and by gone years, When she was taught this prayer. So glad to be in “Mary’s” hands, Wrapped up in her wheel chair. Throughout her day she prays for souls, For those whom she knows not, So grace and mercy fall on them, And they are not forgot. In tattered robe and old house shoes; Soft habit which she wears. She offers up her daily pain, With every whispered prayer. My Mamma and her rosary, I see her every day, With faith in God deep in her eyes, She grips it tight to pray. ~ Donna Sue Berry ~ ~ ~May 17th, 2013~ ~ (From Regina Magazine) Courtesy of the 'Father Corapi Prayer Page'
Thank you for posting such a beautiful poem. I think we have to credit our Grandmother's prayers for the gift of faith we have today. Your poem reminded me of Pearl. I have mentioned Pearl before on MOG but as a reminder, she was my second mother. She helped to keep eight of the kids in my family alive and healthy until she retired. She was the granddaughter of a Baptist preacher who spent most of his life as a slave. Pearl adopted her sister's four children when they were abandoned. She taught me so much about God's love for us and sometimes she did it with a song. This song is one that wasn't one of the many Negro spirituals that she sang to us, but it could have been.
I love that song of Bill Withers and you certainly have an interesting story. I will pray for Pearl and ask that she pray for me and my family.
