Mary Poem by Cee Bea
Mary
She is a new day
slipping into life s soft frock
aware, and so keenly observant that
trees will change colors at her passing
sometimes in the softer lights
when all becomes dim and quiet
she works as
a thread is woven into a fine linen
soft and cool to the touch
within silent graces of day
past the cold concrete
She becomes
the Shepard Guarding the flocks
with the Care of Mother Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
6/16/2024 1:13:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
