Poetry of place

Mary, mother

Come see

With these waters cleanse, wash the sins from my hands

My guardian and my voice

Stay away the crows

They peck the eyes of the dying and the dead

There is no sense and no seeming end

Crosses mark destruction's path

Cries and tears the tolling bell

Mary

Be in my heart

Find the love to comfort and lead

A way to father’s home

For there is so much good, sacrifice and joy

All cannot be lost

Of the possibilities

Let us slay the beast

And with all have the feast

Mary, mother

Be before my eyes

And heaven be within our souls

This our place, our faith and fate