O Dear Victim Soul I Pray

My prayer-poem for my Mom which I wrote 2 weeks after she passed away…

 Mom, my Dear Victim Soul, I Pray

In God’s Eternal Peace

Find Your Rest;

Ever do I offer my unending love

And cherished memories of you…

In God’s Eternal Kingdom, you are

Surrounded by Angels and Saints;

So now I seek your own

Holy Intercession;

Watch over us here your family

While we still journey as

Earth’s Pilgrims…

With Mary and the Saints

Bring us closer to God in faith

Each day, I pray

Amen

Three’s A Company: Trio No 3

How I feel when I go hungry in the middle of the night...

Dark is the Night

yet darker still are

the thoughts running through my mind

for pangs of hunger assails

I could easily go insane…

My fridge beckons then

So I rush my way to it

Alas, tears fall

For only a tray of ice lay inside…

Daily Prompt: Trio No 3

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When Death Gently Waits, God’s Grace Suffices

The flurry of events in the past days still leaves me in a daze; everything still seems surreal; a part of me still numbed, tears surge every now and then…

I still can’t believe that today it’s the fourteenth day since my mother passed on to her eternal Home. Death came waiting for her, gently waited while she agonized in pain…

They say that it was her purification…that she has now gone straight to Heaven. Not only was it her earthly “purgatory,”  but the nun-formator at my sister’s convent said my Mom was a Victim Soul, –

a “CHOSEN SOUL who freely sacrifices oneself, one’s health, material goods, happiness, etc. as an offering to Divine justice for the sins of the world, for sinners, or for the benefit of the Church. Or as Our Lady has often said, these generous souls, after the example of the crucified Christ, are needed to “balance the scales.” 

That should comfort me enough, yet deep inside – the pain of losing her sears through.

A Sense of Denial

Although Mom was already in the winter of her life, and though she was battling the disease which had grown big inside her, still it had not dawned on me that she’d be taken away from us this soon.

Deep inside me, this sense of denial seems more real than the fact she is no longer with us physically.

Perhaps it is because Mom was always a picture of vibrancy and youthfulness even if she’d already bequeathed to my sister much of the tasks she used to do around the house. Continue reading “When Death Gently Waits, God’s Grace Suffices”