Poem in honor of the Immaculate Heart of Mary – June 20, 2020

On my way to honor her Immaculate Heart

Veils of sorrow, gold light and violet incandescence

I, sweeping by,

Brushing through,

Experiencing a fragile elegance beyond imagining

Were it not for a miracle of God

These gossamers would completely dissolve

And wither away

At the intrusion of my darkened soul

Upon this sacred, unguarded space

Filigrees woven of precious tears, longings, smiles, ecstasies, and other

Of Mary’s life

And the total annihilation of her self at the Cross

When her heart was murdered by the piercing—

The torture of her Son, God.

Flowers of unfading and unending beauty appear

In a field of dreams, on my way to her throne, her Heart

I walk, wondering if I can —

No, I cannot.

Who can envision the Immaculate Heart of Mary?

So I leave a violet there at the entrance

It’s picked so she’ll know the difference

From the wild, angelic ones in the field

I know she is smiling at me.

My heart

Light and happy

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