"Magnificat" by Jean-Baptiste Jouvenet‘Turn, Turn, Turn’ by Joe Tessitore The Society December 8, 2021 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 9 Comments . Turn, Turn, Turn I, whose heart is closed and locked, Who turned away when your Son knocked And who, through sin, did turn my soul Into a twisted lump of coal Turn now, Holy Mary, to you. Least worthy, no one can deny, Yet most in need, who more than I? Who brazenly did turn my face And turned into the worst disgrace— I turn, Holy Mary, to you. And so, please Mary, take control Of this most vile and wretched soul. Undo the damage that I’ve done. Return me to your only Son. I turn, Holy Mary, to you. . . Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 9 Responses jd December 8, 2021 A beautiful poem for this beautiful feast of the Immaculate Conception. My reading of it follows on the heels of another beautiful reading from the website, beyondthesestonewalls.com, written by Father Gordon MacRae, a wrongfully convicted Priest in his 27th(?) year in prison so I feel I must share it. Reply Margaret Coats December 8, 2021 Thanks for pointing this out. The website is not the easiest to use, but tap Posts on the menu above Fr. MacRae’s story. Today’s post is “To Christ the King through the Immaculate Heart of Mary,” and it references two related posts at the end. Reply Julian D. Woodruff December 8, 2021 A beautiful poem, Mr. Tessitore, so openly penitential. Do you know this anecdote?: Chesterton was one of several prominent figures once asked to respond publicly to the question, “What’s wrong with the world?” He wrote 2 words: “I am.” Reply Margaret Coats December 8, 2021 Beautiful thoughts for the holyday, Joe, expressing humility suited to every sinful soul, and rightfully addressed to the Immaculata chosen by God precisely because of her glorious practice of the virtue of humility. Reply C.B. Anderson December 8, 2021 To every thing there is a season, Joe, and I think that you have found yours. But don’t forget that some of your darkest sins might be your greatest virtues. Humility is useful only to a point. Reply C.B. Anderson December 8, 2021 You, Joe, are the nut — the very fruit — of what might be called natural poetry. Your admission of failure is one thing, but your submission to a higher power is something else altogether. Keep the faith! What else is worth keeping? Reply Brian Yapko December 9, 2021 I think this is a beautiful poem which fairly sings with humility and faith. My day is better for having read it. Thank you, Joe. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant December 9, 2021 Joe, your words are beautiful and humbling, and I thank you for them. Reply Mia December 14, 2021 I have found this poem to be very moving. It should be in a prayer book. Perhaps if some past generations were going through the problems of today they would be putting on sackcloth and ashes. Prayer is much needed now and this serves as a wonderful role model. Thank you for this wonderful poem and for your courage and bravery. If I may say I love the metaphor of a twisted lump of coal that leads me to think that perhaps the reason the soul becomes as a twisted lump of coal is so that it may be able to burn brighter. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.