J.M.J.

ROAD TO CALVARY


I CALLED YOU, AND ONCE AGAIN YOU CAME
TO PRAISE AND TO GLORIFY GOD'S NAME.
I WAITED AS I HAD DONE BEFORE,
AND AS YOU CAME, I MET YOU AT THE DOOR.

YOU WALKED THE HALLWAYS AS YOU LOOKED INTO EACH ROOM;
YOU SAW THE LISTLESS BODIES THAT NO LONGER WEAR PERFUME.
THEY NOW WAIT WHAT SOON THEIR TURN WILL BE,
TO WALK ALONG WITH JESUS ON THE ROAD TO CALVARY.

AND YET, DURING THIS MOMENT OF DESPAIR,
YOU LIFTED UP THEIR SPIRIT AS YOU JOINED WITH THEM IN PRAYER.
WITH EVERY HAIL MARY THAT YOU DID RECITE
YOU SHARED WITH THEM THE PRESENCE OF GOD'S ETERNAL LIGHT.

"THY WILL BE DONE"
2-24-1996

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(THE POEM REFERS TO OUR VISIT TO A LOCAL NURSING HOME TO PRAY THE ROSARY.)