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| Midsummer Evening |
The time is midsummer and I am the matriarch,
Not without heartache, not without joy.
Our joys may be common, our heartaches unique.
(Probably wrong, so often wrong.)
Some die too young, meeting our Savior blinded by Light,
Bowing to Majesty, palm touching palm.
Blessings to give and blessings to take.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour . . . .
Some we love plummet with minds fearful muddled,
Prey to their losses and pain in their wake.
Who's the repository? Is it I, Lord?
(Probably right, this might be right.)
Solved but remembered, over but not.
Bravery and love, bravery and love.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us . . . .
Help us be full (not without heartache, not without joy).
AMEN
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