A September 11 Remembrance: Our Beloved Julia Greeley

After your final passage in 1918 Beloved Julia

So much has changed,

But remains the same

The world is in sore need of your sweet intercession.

Your little white angel and my mother Marjorie Anne,

Born eleven days past September,

Could not fathom the new significance of 9/11

Ten years of grief, human horrors, loss and retaliation.

Your devotion to your Lord and Savior is celebrated,

A humble servant of the Sacred Heart

Casting off the badges of inhumane slavery

You graced the Earth for a short time

You stood with the fireman, the poor and woe begotten.

Your weeping blinded eye turned to the healer of all scars.

Be kind to one another is all He said.

Your lesson of forgiveness was passed to me,

Grandma Ag and Mom explained,

Harboring resentments is a crown for bad actors

An eye for an eye makes the world blind.

Your life became a symbol of the power of love.

Your message of forgiveness and devotion to good,

Was not on a pulpit or podium at City Hall,

It was on the nowhere streets and alley ways of

Forgotten castoffs and their only hope,

Be kind and generous in My name.

You prayed with the Cops on the beat,

Before any fiery rescue you gathered them all,

To pray for deliverance from man’s unbearable heat,

God save the forgotten on the fourth floor.

Your lesson to all, a timeless anthem of God’s call,

Do to others as you would have them do unto you,

Reminding us all, scars on the outside,

Mean nothing at all.

How to explain Julia Greeley in 2011,

She was triumphant in her own way

She knocked on Grandma’s door

Seeking pretty dresses for Denver’s most poor.

We have no pretty dresses my Grandma tearfully exclaimed.

Nonsense Julia said, my little white angel is coming,

And she did, bringing joy and laughter,

Where once there were tears.

Your little white angel Marjorie Anne,

Became your companion on trolley cars and strolls,

Visiting and caring for Denver’s forgotten souls,

Passing her white angel from prisoner to prisoner on chain gangs,

Don’t you worry folks, you’d say, She’ll be okay. It’s His way.

Dear Julia the lesson you left,

Is as viable today as before,

Open your heart and do one small thing,

To bring hope, laughter and joy to someone,

Do it in His name.

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