Memories

We are doing this song on our program tonight. I really love the words. So I wanted to share it here.

My neighbor who keeps inviting us to these events, told us about--- a violin flute concert last Saturday. At the last minute, I decided to go. Though I arrived a bit late, but only missed one number.

Towards the end, they played Vivaldi’s four Seasons. Actually, the violinist played only the Summer bit, since it was so long. And then ended with Ave Maria.

And anyhow, I wrote this poem afterwards.

I’ll have to write more about my adventures this week, when things settle down...

 

 

I am Mary when...

 

                                                                I am Mary.

                                                                When.

                                                                    My heart is open.

                                                                    As the sky.

   Giving life, and wind, as the birds pass by.

I am Mary when.

                                                                I love God in all his forms. See the beloved.

                                                                Through all the storms.

                                                                I am Mary.

                                                                When.

                                                                I find the space where God dwells within.

                                                                I am Mary, the mother of God, when I believe.

                                                                When I know.

                                                                Where Christ feet have been.

                                                                I Am Mary.

                                                                A Holy Virgin.

                                                                My own mother.

                                                                My own sacred space.

                                                                I find in my heart a temple.

                                                                God’s dwelling, and resting place.

                                                                Here, I’ll be a pillow sweet, a place, a paradise of God’s retreat.

                                                                And when I know where God is at.

                                                                I love him.

                                                                In the place he dwells at.

                                                                And in such love, pure, and good.

                                                                Christ spirit comes.

                                                                And I am reborn.

                                                                Nestled in a humble manger.

                                                                Love wells, and makes its home with children, and strangers.

                                                                Wise men come from the east.

                                                                Bearing gifts.

                                                                Tokens of kings.

                                                                                                I am Mary.

                                                                When.

                                                                I hold a sacred space within.

                                                                I wed God.

                                                                And love him true.

                                                                And The spirit of God is birthed through me, and given to you.

                                                                Spread out, a light, a word.

                                                                A knowing.

                                                                A sacred verse.

                                                                A mother.

     A home.

    Heaven.

Here on earth.

    One who wakes those who sleep.

     Till we remember.

      Beautiful truths, buried deep.

    We are Children of God.

                                                                Spirits of a holy mother.

                                                     Fathered by the word.

The living rod.