One drop alone, she writes,
of his Precious Blood;
would have been enough,
to cover every sin of man.

The value of The Holy Mass,
has been overshadowed by pride;
the sacrifice held up,
it is written,
is only bread.

Better bread than body in these times,
for had they consumed him;
it would be as sacrilege for them.

Jesus consoles the faithful,
with Spiritual Communion;
these hold fast to The Gospel.

Night and day, they pray the rosary,
and understand Heaven and Hell;
keeping the message of their mother.

These will weather the storm,
their houses not consumed by fire;
they have been wise to keep The Word.

Holy are these people unto God,
candles scattered in a world of sin;
breaking the darkness with baptism.

They are the stars of Abraham,
the true Jewish race;
not one of blood or circumcision,
but those born out of spirit.

©2026 Maria Morisot