Poem -
Mother Mary
Oβ Mary blessed one
Begat tis sacred son
Chaste in pristine gown
Ornate tis holy crown
Sons will shanβt be spared
Β Rueful grave wounds bared
Keen thorns deeply marred
Humanity eagerly scarred
Blood spilt ruby red
Roses adorn instead
Akin to Lazarus reprise
Conquer death and arise
Even though unjust claim
Mercy befell mankindβs name
But for now mother mourn
Find peace, Christ tis reborn
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Comments
Brilliant πππππ
thank you
Hello Poetess...
I'm not sure if It's Love or Hate her?
I don't know which side your readers are on...
ββββUncertainties...
I don't know...
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
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it is a conundrum little sparrow. I don't dislike her I believe in a higher power but not a Christian God. too many discrepancies in the bible. I don't begrudge anyone in how they believe. Everyone is intitled to their beliefs.Β I thank you for stopping by to comment.
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