San Padre Pio: “Lord, give me my weapon.”
When I squeezed the rosary with my
Tense fingers, my soul was bone dry;
I pitched too fast, in a hurry to get the
Game over with as soon as possible.
I pitched my prayers with fear, and they
Wildly eluded the spiritual strike zone;
I needed you, Madonnina, to teach me how
To more effectively pray the most holy rosary.
You taught me to pray in the Holy Spirit:
Sweet spiraling curveballs in holy contemplation,
Swift sparkling fastballs in holy meditation,
Soft swirling knuckleballs in holy resignation.
So I’m learning to pitch my prayers with
Sincere love, for all nine innings,
And you, my darling catcher, faithfully
Bring my prayers to The Divine Mercy.