Mother Divine

Mother I wonder about your mystery And I find myself wondering even more No Thought, no Reason can contain you I bow before you

Blessed Mother, Ever so caring Forever loving Before you I am nothing I ask for nothing You know everything, mother. Grant bountifully as you always do To your children Great and small. I do the only thing I can do. I say, Thank you for everything. Even your punishments Have the sweetness of a mother's admonitions. Thank you, mother of mankind. Glorious And sweet.

"The night is far spent. The day is at hand." (Romans 13:12). Mother dear, You told me this. Why ? I see nothing but darkness all around. Not a hint of dawn. Not a hint of light. Mother of Light, if it pleases you, Shed upon all The light of your beatitude, The light of your glory.

Divine Mother. I am confused And gnawed by doubts. Mother, You reside in me. I belong to you. Show me the way. My mind is numb. Thought leads me nowhere. Mother of all worlds You are beyond thought. Your ways are mysterious, Like that of your Son's Father. You baffle me. But be merciful. Do not taunt me so.

Does God have a choice ? Do I have a choice.

Now I understand why you called me a hypocrite (Luke 13:15). Unworthy as I am I sought to know the unknowable. Fathom the unfathomable. Understand that which cannot be understood. I, who cannot even face the travails of this mere world presumed to face the Ultimate. And then, day after day, I come wailing to you Seeking solace. You are right, Holy Mother. I am a hypocrite.

Holy Mother. Give me strength. My heart sprints out of control. And my mind is weak. I saw you on Golgotha, standing next to the beloved disciple. You were like a statue hewn of the finest marble. Not a tear besmirched your face. No groan distorted your silent grief. I saw the Myrrh-bearer weep holding bravely on to the foot of the cross. I saw fear, I smelt shame. But, glory to thee Madonna, you led by example. You heard and so do I, the final resignation in that voice of voices- It is over. You, the mother, who bore in yourself creation itself. I lack your strength. I lack your belief. I lack your instinctive knowledge of eternal truths. So I beg thee Mother, give me strength. Strength to bear the cross that is life, Till I too can leave this worthless shell behind.

"You did not choose me. I chose you". (John 15:16) Why did you choose me ? What did I do ? Why do you punish me so harshly ? This is a cross I cannot bear.

Holy Mother, you have taught me the meaning of the word "Sinner". I thank you. Now punish me, for I do not seek absolution.

Blessed Mother Beautiful and loving Unarmed but for a mother's unwavering Love. You look so utterly helpless Stricken and bereft of hope Mother of Mankind since the beginning. Is that why I love you so much. Holy Mother. Giver of eternal hope And everlasting peace. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Holy Bible, KJV The Bible, King James Version The Douay-Rheims Bible