Mary, Mother of
by Richard L. Provencher She came into life with fingers curled in happy moments eyes fixated on love, parents bending forward, touching them they grew through the years palms growing strong in chores they firmed up and drew pictures of life in their strength as years passed they felt a growing tummy with a baby about to bring itself into the world as she once came, her hand sure, feeling life within and soon this same hand held fingers of her own sweet baby, felt the forehead soon to grow with wisdom, born in Bethlehem. And she used this same hand to shield the sun as she watched a boy run with the wind, his sandals scattering dust as he walked to the edge of their land in Nazareth she even held her hand to his brow as he grew into a man, with followers gathered listening to blessed words by the Sea of Galilee and she felt the brow of her own body as many lashes strained His body, blood covering Him like a river that ran nearby and she tousled his hair with this same firm hand, its fine features streaked red with pain as they laid His body into rest -- placed her palm lovingly on His wounds after resurrection, His eye upon hers, His own hand holding hers before leaving this earth, soon to return one day. She is the mother of a King, Saviour of the world, the great Jehovah who separated us from our sins. And she raises her hands up higher still in praise of the Mighty One, He is the Bright Morning Star ascended to Heaven from Bethany. 2012 Richard L. Provencher Richard enjoys writing poems; many of which have been published in Print and Online. He and his wife, Esther are also co-authors of stories and a print novel. They are "born again" Christians and very busy in their church, Abundant Life Victory International, in Bible Hill, Nova Scotia. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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