Immaculata
Immaculata,
O pure one,
shaped by the fires
of God's love,
and refined the flame of loving God,
Mother of our Lord,
You who always told God yes,
no matter what the cost,
no matter what the pain,
no matter how deep the sorrow,
pray for us.
You who love us like the children we are,
lost and confused,
remember us
in this sad and painful world
where the darkness roars
as if to swallow us all up
as if it could extinguish the light
that your Son gave us
like it tried that sad and glorious day
at Golgotha,
inticing with pleasure that leads to death,
enraging with anger that leads to blood,
and yet,
there you are,
calm and loving in the midst
of this storm,
calling us home.
Never was it known
that any who turned to your intercession
was left unaided.
I pray to you then
to intercede for us
now that the darkness looks so deep,
to give us the strength to be followers of your Son,
that we will hear his voice
and walk in his ways,
glad to follow no matter what the cost,
this day and always,
Amen.
Wonderful poem to say exactly MAry!