As Mary leans into herself
as one who creates,
her joy grows.
Daily, she writes on papyrus;
honors the holy flare
of her words.
Her soul magnifies the One
who seeks the humble,
human way.
She purrs a tune to her soul words;
sings in rejoice, a
clear love song
Flight of a butterfly lives within;
her body in rhythm,
Spirit beats
The cocoon woven splits open,
her wings grown in sync
with the Christ seed
She leans into her flaming heart,
She leans into Divine mercy,
She leans into satisfied hunger
.
Mary declares for the whole to hear,
“All generations will call me blessed.”
She, the blessed mother
who stands for creation,
who leans into joy.
Let us not forget.
Prayer:
Allow me to lean into myself as creator.
Allow me to lean into Divine joy.
Allow me to remember the blessed mother.
Amen.
