Christmas Poem

I often wonder how Mary did, what she did at the time she was called How she kept so well grounded, emotional, and faithful thru it all Forced into the wild, forced to flee She knew not of the end, only the beginning She knew what she had, she knew what was growing She knew who she was to oversee Was in dire need of protecting She knew what she knew She had trust beyond trust Her resolve, her standing tall, her need seeing it thru it all I look at her and cry, Because at times she probably felt alone I look at her and sigh, Because she did so much, all for the throne Cold, unfed, and probably not blanketed She had angels She had a star She had a whispering knowing All the while, her crown chakra was still glowing She loved her little baby She love him so well For he grew into a man who treated her so well He grew into a man, a savor to say the least Who walked and talked with great veracity 12/20/2017