Mary, that Mother

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 26 Dec 2013
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She wept for her son upon the cross

this lady of divine intentions

felt her heart splinter

matching the pulse of a man

called Jesus, her first born

her baby

the same one who cried when He

fell and blistered His hand

the same one who

asked why friends looked at Him

with awestruck eyes

sensing He was destined for

something special.

After the angel came to her

and shared the Immaculate Conception news

she prepared herself for this moment,

her son upon the cross

her son limp after conversing with His father

her son, the Saviour of the world.

 

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Comments

Submitted by maisie on

I really like this piece, however it feels as if you've left out some of the punctuation

some full stops might be needed.

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Hello Maisie, good to hear from you and your insightful comments. I did try to chop it up a little, but then it was like an eagle which demanded few constrictions and minimum pauses, just a freedom of expression. Sound sensible? All the best in 2014!

Richard L. Provencher