I could not stand a second longer
To hear you sleep on the crook
Of your holy fathers arm..

For the whitest pure seraphim
Would be the one to wake ..
And cruelly cursed—a serpent…
Aleph Abba, Belial.

Son, watch me now as you are named
From the river that flows within you…
I watch as it overflows with
“the grace and favor of our LORD Jesus Christ”.

Worship unrelenting I pray to him nightly,
‘Elohay Elohim, I ask of you, prideless
See to raise our newborn son a good man…
And let him live a better life than I.’

I was not as lucky to get prayers as a child,
Directly sent to (your) holy father..
Chose I as an innocent virgin woman
To bear the brunt of your sanctity.

Son of mine, of god, you will greatly surpass me
In all ways excluding my deep love for you..
However you will inevitably make up for it:
For you are a spirit of God’s wonderful trinity.

This poem to me is an admission of my love for not Christianity or Christ or any religious power whatsoever, but rather a love letter to Mother Mary herself, and maternity as a whole. Mother Mary is in quintessence the mother of all, if you believe in this higher power we call “god”, but more than that she is a figure of what every woman who is or wants to be a mother should aspire to be. To be a woman I feel we all must relate or look up to the Virgin Mary partially… She is loyal, kind, caring, but more than anything else she is the female embodiment of motherhood and strength as well as serving as an idealic role model for any woman who sees herself as such. Not only a mother but she is a staple of womanhood and femininity alike. Mother Mary to me is not just a religious symbol, but also in essence a lesson of motherhood and being a woman. When the angel Gabriel came down from heaven to Nazareth to tell her she was with Gods child, she complained not and simply said “I am the lords servant. May your word to me be fulfilled.”

Luke 1:35 “The Holy Spirit will come on you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God.”

Under any circumstance, no matter how out of your control you must regain it by completely and unrequitedly loving your child as though they are god himself. It truly is the only way you can love them… and you must even if loving them means you immense pain or hardship. You must prevail and continue loving and nurturing them as they do to you–in a different and less easily noticeable way, albeit, but trust that they do. Mother Mary loved Jesus through all, during his uprisings as a figure of peace and forgiveness for all and through his persecution and later crucifixion… For Mary, the death of her son must have tore her apart; for not just watching your son die but also the brutal torturous way it happened would destroy any mother completely.

Mother Mary is my own personal inspiration, I would say.. for I am not a mother but just a woman: but it is my most sought after title that I have ever thought to want. Just as a woman, I believe many can feel complete.. But to me to be able to call myself the mother of a child would be absolutely fulfilling. To me a mother is to be strong, loving, nurturing and not only retaining those personality traits but retaining the sheer willpower it takes to raise a child while also in a sense, raising yourself. So, for me to be all of those things, or even have the chance to be all of those things, in a way, gives me purpose.

Luke 2:19 “But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.”