THE
CALLING CARD
Five a.m. my coffee,
Rosary in my hands,
All upon my lap-desk
My soul inhales, expands.
And then I spy the calling card
Upon my desk it lay
A relic token keepsake,
Memento for the day.
From those who’ve gone before us
We hope decked out in grace
And yet so often leave their cards
Sometimes in strangest place.
One side…their names and dates,
The other Christ or Saint
Prayers to persevere for them
Make sacrifice don’t faint.
So when you spot such calling cards
Behind it is a story
That you’ve been chosen asked to help
Free souls from Purgatory!
CALLING CARD
Five a.m. my coffee,
Rosary in my hands,
All upon my lap-desk
My soul inhales, expands.
And then I spy the calling card
Upon my desk it lay
A relic token keepsake,
Memento for the day.
From those who’ve gone before us
We hope decked out in grace
And yet so often leave their cards
Sometimes in strangest place.
One side…their names and dates,
The other Christ or Saint
Prayers to persevere for them
Make sacrifice don’t faint.
So when you spot such calling cards
Behind it is a story
That you’ve been chosen asked to help
Free souls from Purgatory!
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