Ave Maria

At such an early age
You heard your calling
From the most high
While others squandered their time
And so many still do…
You began your journey
Not knowing exactly the steps
But through blind faith
You accepted this powerful path
So young, your body began to change
While a man you never met
Filled with what many men
Tend to do from time to time
Question and doubt;
You accepted and obeyed,
Marrying this man
Who was placed there to protect, guide and care
As the gift for us all grew within you
Life was happening all around you
And so many must have questioned
The who, the what, the where, the when and the why?
You did not wander off, but stayed on course
Never denying the truth that was presented to you…
When the time came, there was nowhere to deliver
The stress of a mother, from place to place,
But even then, your faith stood strong,
Alongside the man placed to guide your family…
Leading to the most humblest place imaginable
Hope, salvation and healing for humanity was birthed;
To rush away in order not to
Let the greatest of all miracles
Fall into the hands of the enemy…
Watching time go by
You trusted with great faith;
Alone, as the man once by your side
Left and a single mother you became…
Raising the child, like so many today…
You know the feelings so many single mothers face today…
So on you went with the love for the most high
And the love for your son, nurturing and building Him up
like any other mothers love for their child would…
Knowing what was to be
You trusted and never left course
As many others might have,
Escaping the fate, not so likeable…
When the time came
You had to let Him go about His Father’s business,
But not before showing us even greater
What a true Christian is…
You did not claim to be the mother of …
Or the true bride of the…
But told the men to do as he said,
Not what you said…
You never asked to be acknowledged
For you show what true faith & obedience is…
You show what true discipline and humbleness is…
How proud of your son…
To hear him coming out of the wilderness
Uncompromised and unharmed…
To hearing of the great works
And confrontations against the enemy
Leaving a victorious outcome…
Yet in the back of your mind,
Knowing what was to come,
And all you could do is intercede in prayers
As my very own mother has to this day
For her four children and grandchildren
And those she calls family and friends
Neither does my mother take glory,
But gives glory to God;
Just as you did, do and always will.
You nurtured Him within your womb
Held him so tight in your embrace
Taught him as a mother does…
Watched him grow;
Watched him move on to his path;
And walked towards Him through His passion…
With nothing within your grasp to do, nothing could stop His destiny…
Watching Him be ridiculed, mocked, whipped, beat until his crucifixion;
The horror, terror of seeing blood dripping from off his face and body
When you once tended to his every need,
Nothing could be done, even though as any mother would
Try and stop this torment for their son…
You keep your faith and obedience
For you knew your son was born to die…
There he hung, dying with every breath
And you wept the tears of a mother
But with each tear, you interceded with prayer
As when the nails went through his flesh
They too went through your flesh
And your cries of justice for your son
Were handed in faith to the most high…
As they took him down, lifeless from the cross
The human pain, you felt of seeing your son dead…
I can imagine the thoughts as you held him close to your heart,
Once there was life and they cheered him,
To kill him and left alone within your arms and the few next to you…
The days there after, what were you thinking?
In mourning, but in prayer…
Asking for the most highs will to be done.
And on the third day He rose…
What joy must have rushed through your heart…
After all you had been through as a human being, a mother, a wife…
The losing of and feelings of loss
The will you so were faithful to,
obedient to, and trusted in… paid off.
For your tears of a mother and prayers of a mother
Interceded for our Savior, our King,
our Hope, our Healing and Salvation…
Oh, sweet blessed Mother Mary…
In all this, you never did or have asked for us to worship you…
But through this you led us to your Son…
And you continue leading
so many lost children to our Shepherd.
Your humbleness,
your obedience, your faith and trust in and toward Yahweh
Is the example of what a true Christian is to be…
I do not worship you,
but I do admire you, I do respect you, I acknowledge your faith
and I ask that you intercede for me and my family
As my own mother has and does,
That we may reach heaven one day
But as I walk here on earth,
Let me have the heart of King David’s love for God,
Let me have your willing heart to serve our God,
And lead me to your son, Yeshua…
That his pierced hands touch my life
And teach me to completely forgive and be forgiven…
To heal and be saved from all that is of the liar.
Blessed be Yahweh… Blessed be Yeshua… Blessed be the Holy Spirit…
And blessed be your faithful, loving and caring heart for all the children
Of the most high, in which I know right now,
even with those lost children
Who once believed in your intercession for our prayers,
but rebelled and live without the true truth,
you love us all the same,
as a mother loves her children here on earth.
I have felt your loving embrace through the prayer
Gifted to us in the most Holy Rosary
And can witness to your interceding of my prayers.
One last thing oh, sweet Blessed Mother,
I love you

Written on 2.1.2015

Mark David Grijalva Peres

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