Mother Mary
He’s a puzzle, a mystery, a riddle
This person I know so well yet not at all
I only see a part not the whole
I can’t get inside his head or his heart
I don’t know why he does this or that
says it that way instead of this way
He could avoid a lot of conflict
if he said things a little differently
or not at all
I admit I am perplexed and mystified
I even wonder at times if his mind is overloaded
Somewhat imbalanced
He always has so many people
clamoring about him
He doesn’t take care of himself
What’s a mother to do?
Yet, he is the one the angel
called me to bear
The one we have been waiting for
I know
I said yes, and I did what I was asked
I was not ashamed
I knew where he came from
But what kind of deliverer will he be?
How is he going to save us from our enemies?
He says we should love them!
He is so gentle and kind
This babe I once wrapped in rags
Where were the angels when I writhed in pain
like every other woman?
I heard later they were off singing to some shepherds
sending them to us
They worshiped him and
mentioned peace on earth
I wish I could have heard the angels sing
The angels did come again
Just in time to warn us to get out of Bethlehem
before Harod’s treachery
A terrorist slaughter of babes
Then we were refugees in Egypt
until the angels came again to send us back to Israel
Those were somewhat ordinary times
under the heel of Rome in Nazareth
We lost our precious Joseph in those years
Broke our hearts
We made it somehow
until the day cousin John by the river
pointed to the Lamb of God
I will continue my daily watch
Pack up and move with him
as any mother would
He is so weary and spent
He may need me again
Before this day is through
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