Mother
Mary, May I?
How
did it feel
To grow
God inside
When
nothing else had been?
You had
a notion of the eternal
Looking
down on everyone
He chose
you to do
What
you’d only imaged
Would
come years later
With
the love of a man
And with
no man
Born
of woman
And spirit
only
You cradled
in your arms
Kept
from every harm
Dried
his tears
Heard
his fears
Was mother
to the father
Of all
fathers
Listened
as he dispensed wisdom
At a
young age
Then
began his ministry
But disturbing
as it seemed
He talked
of his death
And resurrection
How could
God give this miracle
This
miracle worker
Your
boy turned man
Who spanned
generations
And was
generous
With
his time and talents
He was
bringing a nation together
Just
to be torn apart by his death
Your
heart died with him
Mary,
you thought you were dreaming
Did an
angel come?
But
you knew he grew
Out of
somewhere and not from you
Or any
man and so it must be true
And
then he came back
You heard
he was here
You ran
down the road
To kneel
at his feet
As he
proved God
He
stood as man
Whole
and yours
Ours,
you thought
Given
now bought
The high
price of blood
That
protects from the judge
Jesus
embraced you
Wiped
your tears
Held
you close
Put away
your fears
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