The Rosaries Are My Roses Poem by Alexandrian Ink

My son, take this chaplet of my love,
The gift of love which comes from above
Be with it always; make it your companion;
It will protect you and give you dominion
The Rosaries are my Rose.

My son, be with this chaplet wherever you go
It will shield you from the rancor of your foe,
Say the prayers every moment, day by day
It will make plain your rough crooked way
The Rosaries are my Roses.

My children keep the Rosary in your very homes
It bestows peace, from above that peace comes
And extirpate in that household all that makes feign
Thus, inducing unity, concord and consonance to reign
The Rosaries are my Roses.

My son, this Rosary is so dear to me,
It is out of love that I gave it to thee
To draw mankind to value the price and pain paid
For their salvation and sin no more against their God
The Roses are my Lilies.

My son, this chaplet makes heaven blithe,
It draws heaven closer to the earth
And am closer to you when you say the prayers;
It unites you and I in love, say it always
Because the Rosaries are my Roses

Take this Rosary son; it's the greatest weapon,
Use it to fight the self, the world and Satan;
They are to your soul the greatest of enemy
Through it you shall conquer and yours be victory
The Rosaries are my Roses.

Ali Alexon
Feb.21