She cried last night about the ways Christ left the world..
She cried for the un-just-fully dead and innocent girls..
She sobbed on and on about all the pain in the earth..
and what we were and what we're really worth..
She counted all the sins on a rosary for the everlasting peace to come
but she could never explain where all of the sins came from..
She knew they had good hearts and that they knew not what they did
but on each soul and sin she counted and set a silent bid..
She would pray for the sins of humanity as the sins of the world..
She would pray for the sick children and this little innocent Julia, the polio girl..
She would cry tears of blood sometimes on a Sunday morn..
but I guess with every rose, there comes a thorn..
She was a loving soul and we miss her more by the passing day..
so onto her and her sainthood I shall contemplate and pray..
as I can hear Julia running in the courtyard in play..
each morning, I think back and repeat that prayer she would say...
Heal the world, and save us from ourselves..
Heal us and help the lost out of the bowls of these hells..
8-20-2000

11/15/2001

Posted on 11/15/2001
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