The Virgin Mary
I once saw the Virgin Mary
On a wall in San Francisco
Black marks on a stucco wall
I knew you by the streetlight
A vision of sanctifying grace
Then fussy on a tangled path
Far from my roots of origin
You spoke directly into me
Through my rough exterior
Reaching into the child in me
A mother caring for her baby
Forgiving before I even asked
In a whisper my voice told her
Bless me for always being less
Virgin Mary of the alley wall
Not judging me or hating me
For the person I pretend to be
Seeing us all as your children
A mother who understands us
Sharing your grace and beauty
So if you are gone in the morning
I ask you to keep your heart open
And to remember me here as I am
Copyright © Le Barrett | Year Posted 2013
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