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
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