Mother Mary and her People

It’s at the end of the road on the banks of a river
The streets are dirty but the children still play
It could have been upstream or down
But the people live life their own way

They know God and they know themselves
Loyalty is neither sold or given up for dead
The family is held together by a woman’s hand
And each morning she drags herself out of bed

The river remains low
But not the spirit of the people
They cross back and forth
Crawling through the eye of the needle
Living without possessions or a country
The meek live close to their dignity
They don’t need a reason to live
Except to honor Christ through the Virgin Mary

As she suffered over the life of her son
So too their women suffer for their race
Who prays for you even as you hurt her?
Who reminds God to give you his grace?

True love lives on through the pain
Forgiveness has become a way of life
Happy times are not the measure of a man
For character only blooms in the garden of strife

The river remains low
But not the spirit of the people
They cross back and forth
Crawling through the eye of the needle
Living without possessions or a country
The chosen few live close to their dignity
They don’t need a reason to live
Except to honor Christ through the Virgin Mary

As they await the will of heaven
They try to remain strong on Earth
Look deep into the eyes of the poor
You will see their reflected worth

Is it them or the eyes of God?
Will he say, “I never knew you?”
Will it be too late for redemption
Or will you be one of the chosen few?

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Peggy W 4 years ago from Houston, Texas

What a beautiful poem! I often think that the poor who are struggling for their daily needs are probably a lot more dear to God than the rest of us. Their faith often outshines those who have more in material goods...at least that is the way it seems to me. When I was a volunteer counselor in an assistance ministry some years ago, I often came away feeling blessed by those who were coming for help. Up and beautiful votes and tweeted plus shared with my followers.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

The good Lord said that to treat any badly was to do to Him, also. We may never realize that who we serve and give a helping hand, may just be the Father, Jesus, and in honoring what he said . Thanks for this wonderful work, my friend.


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The Suburban Poet 3 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you Peggy W and whonunuwho! Sorry for the delay. This is a wierd one because it's rated very low but I have no idea because it's like my others in terms of quality or lack thereof in my view. Anyway I'm from South Texas so I've met some women from Mexico who live here now and it's a struggle for them.

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