Mary kept
The secret things
And pondered them deep down
Within her soul,
Within her heart.
God declared
A sword would penetrate
The very centre
Of her soul
And of her heart.
Jesus came,
Beloved Son,
She knew
He was not hers
Deep in her soul,
Right from the start.
Jesus grew In wisdom,
The releasing bringing pain
To Mary's soul,
And to her heart.
Jesus spoke
The truth in love,
Precise in its divide of
Grasping soul
And fearful heart.
Pierced,
In grief,
Courageous still,
She bowed before her God,
Gave Him her soul,
Gave Him her heart.
Valiant Mary,
Velvet Steel,
The piercing severs still
Each mother's soul,
Each mother's heart.
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