Jolanta Gradowicz

The Little Cross - Poem by Jolanta Gradowicz

The little cross on my breast;
A shining, silver sign – sword
My strength and my amulet,
A safe way, the last resort.

The little cross on my breast;
My own guardian angel,
A reply to my request,
A silent, peaceful temple.

A little tool I wear;
A talisman on my neck,
A cure for despair,
The proper choice, the right track.

The little cross on my breast;
My weapon against evil,
My silent shout – my protest
Against the bad and the hateful…

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  • (6/8/2006 3:45:00 PM)

    What a beautiful poem! Praise for your wonderful faith.

    Warm regards,

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 20, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 24, 2007

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