MARY
 
She appeared
To the little,
The innocent,
The poor,
To a Juan,
A Lucia
And a Bernadette,
In obscure,
Unknown and
Unheralded places
Like Kibeho,
Lourdes and Knock.
The insignificant,
Her instrument
In touching all.
 

NOW

Aware,

But oblivious

Of its bite

And chill,

But now wary

Of its onset,

Age has wrinkled

The face of winter.

LOVES

Young love

Bursts forth

Unbridled,

Catapulting blindly

Upon unknown waters.

Mature love

Tumbles forward

Seeking the serenity

Of a placid lake.

Final love

Coasts along

A sea of surety.

IT IS

It festers,

Unseen,

Unbeknownst,

By most.

Lying, waiting,

Aching for release

By him,

Regardless of Him.

Emerging

When acceding

To him,

Despite Him.

WAITING

Waiting, always waiting,

Interminably.

When will it end?

Waiting for what?

To wait again?