We inevitably and intrinsically find.
We are endowed to be Mary.
Some of us struggle trying to divide.
A brokenness; we'll have a deliverance of a double-mind.
A birthing of such divine.
Never realizing the baby does not care, who carries.
Our unevenness in which, he does define
So let's not make ourselves,open to worries and strive.
Push to be, a Mary.
Because eyes opened, his visions for us ever dies.
A Soul of Mary the Virgin and/or Mary Magdalene receives.
A son of a beloved that is risen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem