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.