The Compassionate Mary


In our world of unbridled hate, that overflows

our golden mountains, tears down our purple tapestries,

steals our sacred peace, no wonder many long for her

heavenly arms surrounding us, a heart

caring for us, and praying.

The opposite of strife,

the compassion

of a mother.

Life not death.


I understand this completely,

and I hope

she is still praying for me.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Statue of The Lady of Lavang, a visitation recorded in Vietnam

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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