Pointing the way, Mary from Galilee

somehow hears praying, from you and me.

How does this happen, that she can know

since she’s a real person,

who lived long ago?


It’s Christ she shows, only Source for living.

Health, happiness we find He’s giving.

It’s not from her hand, nor her desire,

... leading each to her Son,

mother’s work begun.


Jesus builds a mystical family:

He is the vine, and we are branches, John 15:5

abiding in Him, we’re like a tree,

his mother, our mother,

helping each other.


She exists with Him, with many children,

cradling in love and motherly care,

for all of us are the Son she bears,
... holding us one with Him,

each tangible limb.

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