San Padre Pio: “Lord, give me my weapon.”
When I squeezed the rosary beads 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
Pray the Holy Rosary and Divine Mercy Chaplet.
You taught me to pray more passionately,
Through the loving power of the Holy Spirit:
Sweet spiraling curveballs in holy meditation,
Swift sparkling fastballs in holy contemplation.
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.