my visit with mary

Written by: Yolanda Jones

you appeared to me in the middle of the woods i was like a child in the
wilderness as with david I began
kneeling yellow flowers had begun
blooming abruptly before me 
they seemed to be surrounded us
wooden stumps gathered like thee apostles i shivered while the
scent of pink roses were abundant
and presently 
clear with a distant aroma  as I tremmored the bright light, seemed to be covering your image you reached out your hands to me as the trees also began kneeling and weeping profoundly your voice whispered do not be afraid for he is with you the ground beneath my feet began opening descending into the earth as thunder raced across  sunlight as night scurried under day the mountains and hills began to crumble into thee ocean and the awaiting 
seas as the rivers were drawn closely together forming one stream joining throughout the world connecting only in Jordan as large stones were turned into soft gravel leading a path to only Jesus as the lord cried out there should be goodness in truth I covered my eyes
the lord replied behold women remove your hands from your face for you are women you are child no more
sighing mother no more crying
woman and needing help because no one noticed when Jesus welpt