The Virgin Mary Poem by Solomon Terlumun Tule

A woman so tender and kind
She stands by the gate of mankind
Her innocence is a child's face.
Though by many she's despised and scorned,
She has a guilt for none.
Like a flower full of light,
She spreads joy and gives delight.
She is full of charm and divine grace,
To draw all to the Lord's nest.
Even them that honor her not,
And continue to disdain her call.
Even when the oracle decreed,
That all will sing her creed.
Cares for all her mind's engrossed,
Because her child carries their cross.
That they maybe free,
From Satan's chains and flee.