Thoughts of you, mary.

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As I think of You, Mary,
Falling snow flakes
Flow through my thoughts
As does the colour of milk
From the udder of an Irish
Cow…
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As if the colour of snow and
Of milk related to your immaculate
Purity. As when I observe a chestnut
Unwrapped from its natural endowment
I recall the existence of your Son, Jesus,
Within  Your  mystical womb.
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An interrelationship arising from our
Eternal  Source ! A perception of natural
Integrity as I observe a dove flying akin
To the ancient image of Your Spirit of Love
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While imagining your Heart as a red rose
Residing in the garden of my soul. A spiritual
Flower arriving from ploughing and harrowing
In the field of mystical purity.
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Oh, Mystical Rose I love You for preparing the grace
Filled soil of Your womb for the awaited germination
Of Our Saviour, Jesus, as promised by Our Father
And witnessed by our Spirit of Love .
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So hail to the One from your garden womb,
 Our Pascal Lamb of Love, presented by You at Bethlehem as angels sang above. And hail to you,
Oh Mother, for providing the Angel Gabriel with
Your eternal Red Rose  of “YES”.