by A.S. Chuba
For all the love you gave us-we thank you. For saying “Fiat” to the angel’s word. The hardness of this task, I think you knew, But by his Providence, you were assured. The spears and sorrows that you, willing, bore: You watched your only Son upon the cross. Then welcomed us, stray children, to your door. We sorrowfully mourned your greatest loss. You waited those three days in agony. You weren’t sure of what would happen next. Then He rose up and set us, joyful, free, Flew up to heaven, leading us to rest. And we remembered prophesies foretold: The Resurrection of the Perfect Word.
A.S. Chuba is a 13-year-old Catholic girl in grade eight with a strong passion for poetry. She enjoys writing mostly dreamy freestyle poems without precise meter. She lives in Canada with her parents and four little siblings. She hopes to continue writing throughout her life and maybe bring a few people back into the True Fold.