Dear Mary Poem by Gert Strydom

When that baby boy was born
in a manger between the farm animals
and the Son of God
gave His first cry,
what did you think
sweet virgin lady?

When He spoke the first words
that you taught Him
and took the first steps
on wobbly legs
what words did you in joy say?

When He spoke out of the holy word
and in sincerity worshipped God
and as a teenager taught
educated Priests in the temple,
what thoughts came to your mind?

When John baptised Him
and the dove appeared
and God said
“this is My Son, ”
were there tears
of love in your eyes?

When as a innocent man
He was tried,
crowned in thorns,
whipped, stripped
and nailed to a cross
was there hope
between the tears
in your eyes?

When the sun fled from the sky
and the earth protested by quaking
that man in inhumanity
had slain the creator
and had laid his hand on God
and even a heathen soldier knew
that the Son of God was dead,
what pain went through your heart?