I place myself in the loving arms
Of Mother Mary
A woman who has known
Risk, love, and loss
I am her child as well
Nestled close enough
To smell the sweetness of her hair
To feel the warmth of her body
To hear her gentle breathing, in and out
Dear Mother, how afraid you must have been
Seeing the hatred directed toward your only son
Did your trust in God ever falter?
Did you want to offer yourself instead?
Even knowing you would be deemed an unworthy sacrifice
Compared to the Son of God
Did you want to throw yourself at Pilate’s feet
Begging for your son’s life?
Or did you know on a profound level
That sparing your son would deny the world
The resurrection and the light.