Like Mary

by allisonkujiraoka

I want to be like Mary

Who treasured up all these things

and pondered them in her heart

in real time, and for

the time to come.


Who believed that Love is

stronger than Death

but grieved every unkind cut,

mourned each unaccountable loss.

How heavily they must have weighed.


Who sang to lift praise out of her

young but burdened spirit.

Highly Favored, she embraced it.

Let it be to me according to your word

Spoken with a sigh, breathed like a kiss.