Monday, September 14, 2009

For You....My Mother

The Woman raised eyes sorrowful
Bedimmed with grief and loss
Suffering she spoke not a word
But leaned upon the cross
In agony, her tears flowed down
A soldier pierced His side
Her Baby's head was crowned with thorns
Her Life, Her Joy, Her Pride
Upon this scene I entered
Espied, entwined, two Hearts
Naked He came from Her Womb
....and naked He departs
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6 comments:

  1. meSeptember 14, 2009 at 12:32 PM

    Beautiful.

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  2. Mary N.September 14, 2009 at 1:22 PM

    Thank you, Shadowlands.

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  3. Just Be RealSeptember 16, 2009 at 4:23 PM

    Beautifully inspiring. Blessings.

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  4. Mary N.September 16, 2009 at 7:33 PM

    Just Be Real,
    Thanks! And blessings to you also!

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  5. Judy DudichSeptember 17, 2009 at 6:53 AM

    This is such a beautiful poem!
    Thanks SO MUCH for following my blog; benmakesten!
    I like the favorite Saints you have listed in your profile...some REAL intercessory power there!
    Thanks for your lovely blog!

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  6. Mary N.September 17, 2009 at 8:38 AM

    Judy,
    Thank you for your comments! I'm going to check out your other blogs too.

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