• POEME DE CIMELA KIDONAKIS POUR L'ANNIVERSAIRE DU GUIDE MILJENKO MUSA

    Par RV. dans Medjugorje le 9 Septembre 2022 à 05:00
    Le 6 septembre 2022, Cimela Kidonakis a posté ce poème sur sa page FaceBook, à l'occasion de l'anniversaire du guide Miljenko Musa.
        
    Happy Birthday poem to our local guide
    and dear friend Miki Musa
        
    We’ll hear Miki as we climb the hill.
    It’s 4am and he’s got skill !
    We’ll see him gliding over each rock
    And hear another story as we walk.
        
    We’ll hear Miki at the Blue Cross
    with Our Lady as his boss,
    Sharing with us the Medjugorje way,
    Inspiring us to better pray.
        
    We’ll hear Miki breakout in song.
    We’ll gladly hear him all day long.
    No pilgrims would ever fuss
    To hear Miki on the bus.
        
    Miki is our dear friend and guide,
    Saying a Rosary together on the ride.
    Ear phones in, he’s translating mass !
    Here’s to the best, let’s raise our glass !
        
        
    En été 2022, suite au décès de sa maman, Trish Johnson a posté ce très beau poème de Donna Sue Berry sur sa page FaceBook (poème écrit en 2012).
        
    The old woman and her rosary,
    I see her every day,
    So deep the pain within her eyes,
    She grips it tight to pray.
        
    It is her dear companion,
    Her best friend in time of need.
    Old fingers dance in silent prayer,
    Then slide from bead to bead.
        
    She thinks upon its mysteries,
    Christ’s life upon this earth,
    Of her old age and wasted days,
    And what her life is worth.
        
    About her youth and by gone years,
    When she was taught this prayer.
    So glad to be in “Mary’s” hands,
    Wrapped up in her wheel chair.
        
    Throughout her day she prays for souls,
    For those whom she knows not,
    So grace and mercy fall on them,
    And they are not forgot.
        
    In tattered robe and old house shoes;
    Soft habit which she wears.
    She offers up her daily pain,
    With every whispered prayer.
        
    My Mamma and her rosary,
    I see her every day,
    With faith in God deep in her eyes,
    She grips it tight to pray.