Mary's Healing Grace Poem by James McLain

In Mary's gentle gaze, a haven blooms,
My soul unburdens amidst her room,
She cradles words I've long kept concealed,
A guardian of emotions, revealed.

With empathetic ears, she tunes in,
In silence, healing gently begins,
Her counsel, a lantern through darkened haze,
Guiding me through life's intricate maze.

Through teardrops shed and laughter shared,
She fosters trust, no judgment bared,
In this sacred space, I find release,
Embraced by solace, my heart finds peace.

Mary, my beacon, my mental embrace,
In your care, I find strength and grace,
To speak and listen, soul unshackled free,
In your embrace, I become me.