We Are Not Orphans

Jesus Has Shared His Mother with Us

A Poem for Our Blessed Mother…

Great Love is birthed amid painful cries and long echoing hallow silences;

the suffering of a heart laboring to birth Infinite Love.

A Mother’s love poured forth from the sword wounds to her Heart-

seeping slowly, not as watery tears,

as sacred oil, healing balm,

a fragrant blanket of soothing ointment tenderly enveloping a world

of broken-hearted children, orphan spirits.

If only they would take their hands from their eyes to see their true Mother is

standing beside them… always.