J.M.J.
J.M.J.
MY CHILDREN’S BLOOD
THE WIND THAT YOU HEAR IN THE STORM
IS THE DYING BREATH OF THE UNBORN.
THE DEEPEST OCEAN IS NOW FILLED
WITH TEARS OF CHILDREN THAT WERE KILLED.
THE RHYTHMIC THUNDER IN THE SKY
ARE BEATING HEARTS THAT SOON WILL DIE.
THE VICTIMS’ BLOOD WILL BLEND WITH MINE;
THEY WILL BE BLESSED THRU ENDLESS TIME.
THEIR BLOOD WILL WASH AWAY ALL STAIN
FROM ALL THE SIN AND ALL THE PAIN.
IN MY HEART I NOW PREPARE
A BANQUET THAT THEY ALL WILL SHARE.
THOSE WHO LET SATAN USE THEIR WILL,
MY PRECIOUS BLOOD THEY TOO DID SPILL.
THE COHORTS I WILL KNOW THEM ALL;
LIKE SERPENTS THEY WILL LEARN TO CRAWL.
“THY WILL BE DONE”
4-17-1994
(THE VERY EARLY POEMS, BEFORE THE BLESSED MOTHER MADE HERSELF KNOWN AS THE MOTHER OF PERPETUAL LIGHT, WERE RECEIVED FROM THE BLESSED MOTHER, GOD THE FATHER, GOD THE SON, OR GOD THE HOLY SPIRIT.)