Praying Mental Rosaries, Intoning Words Familiar

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you. The Lord is with me too. He whispers in loud soothing words that resonate like liquid softly fluent. His watchfulness always lingering in the pushing of this steel plated city where I am trapped. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you. The Virgin Queen of Heaven intercedes for all of us. She intercedes for me too. She prays in splendid atmosphere anguishing over every sin I am thinking. Her once-flesh hands twinned in ever steady prayer. Shapes populate in my always troubled daily life. They upset and tangle the soothing urgings I feel God placing in my contemplations. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you. The pleasing phasing of spiritual halo's surrounds me in constant reassurances. I'm praying mental rosaries, intoning words familiar, yet, so loved. So firm in comfortable places where I come to God. This straggling pretence of reality that we call human-kind; is not as clear as the affable prayers of Blessed Mary, my holy Mother. Standing or sitting does not matter. Nothing of flesh ever does. What is critical are the prayers of faithful gathered in presence in Christ's Sacred Mass. I shall be there too, joining my voice in time honoured assistance, "Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you."