Mary

I fell to his feet, 

Cried and wailed.

Needy.

The village s**t on her knees, 

Again.

But

Off He went.

Through the town, 

Took the pious path,

After that day,

With the bloody cross, 

And crowds.

A grudge. 

How could He leave Me?

My demons

Consumed me 

Slowly.

Envy, why do they love Him so much?

Lust, I ached for his embrace. 

Wrath, I traded my virtue. 

My thoughts stopped asking about him. 

My feet bled and my back ached, hunched down- 

From weariness, waiting, withered. 

I carried his Son.

Used body, thighs of a woman,

virgin is the question.

It cries,

Newborns are a pain in the a*s. 

It looks like him too.

Bless it,

I won't love

But resent it,

So I left it.

Finally,

I'm alone.

No man to love or love of God. 

But 

He returned, 

Glowing 

Oh Lord.

He looked at me,

Those deep divine eyes, 

They burned through my impious heart.

Reluctant,

On my knees again, 

This time praying. 

His perfect feet and the auburn sand. 

Rose lips to the ground, afraid to stand. 

A rush of warmth, he sanctified my soul and left for good

In the silent night.

Holy night.