Bearing a lily, St. Gabriel does not tarry
With expostulation and adoration
Of the Blessed Virgin.
Out of sight, on the right,
So my medal bears one image and implies the other.
Full of grace.
On my medal, he fills the space,
But I know it does not show
To Whom he bears the lily.
She who interceded at Cana
Will intercede for me, as will St. Gabriel whose image I see
On the medal which I wear.
Pray for us.
I bear the image of he whom I trust
As my namesake, and comfort will I take
In him; also in She to whom he bore witness.
Ora pro nobis.
A medal, not trophies
Not won, but freely given upon
When I received my saint.
He on the left, St. Gabriel,
My patron, and Mary on the right the Matron
Who guards my life.
Though in size, small,
It would be great deprivation, a lower station
If I were deserted without it.
I must always sense
On my skin the depiction of my heavenly patron
To remind me to pray.