I Was Born with a Primal Glory

You can take what you want from me

for I was born with a primal glory

so even if everything I have is gone

I still have that

always did, always do, always will

it is a God-given gift

the seal of the incarnate Divine

placed upon my skin like stigmata,

letting the Earth know I am His

and He is mine and we are ours together.

Mary, Blessed Among Women

What would be like to be Mary,
to bear and birth and raise the Son of God,

to know He is the promised Messiah,
though quite not sure of how,

to be told by Jesus that His purpose was away from her,
that He knew His calling from the get-go.

What would it be like to have Him address everyone
as His mother and father and sisters and brothers,

What would it be like to witness Him do miracles
and die on a cross?

Who knows what happened to Joseph along the way,
but Mary endured through it all,

long enough to see her Blessed Son rise,
first from the earth,
then into the sky.

As the disciples came into their own, she slipped into the background
but to be Mary during those years,
Mary the theotokos, God-bearer
o, what a calling that would be!

Sheep and Goats

Judas and Peter betrayed God,

yet Peter kept going.

Not only that, but he was given the keys to heaven.

See the measure of our faith is not

whether or not we fail.

I mean, we all fail

It’s whether or not we’re willing to get over ourselves

and look to God

in spite of it that separates the sheep from the goats.