The Mother's Tree Poem by Jordan Everett

Hail Mary, full of grace,
To whom do you appear?
They say you rest in the bark
of a worn old tree,
but I cannot see you.
To the pure of heart you shall appear,
but my selfless heart
could not find you.
As I look over the lavish displays
full of crosses,
and flowers,
and ribbons,
and bows,
I wonder: Where are you?
Are my prayers and rosaries not quite pure?
Or are you even there at all?

Hail Mary, full or grace,
to whom do you appear?