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.




Thank you, Laura!!!!!!