Mary In The Garden, poetry written by Mark Tulin at Spillwords.com

Mary In The Garden

Mary In The Garden

written by: Mark Tulin

@Crow_writer

 

Mary stands in front of the fountain,
a white statue of dignity and honor,
for squirrels to climb,
the crows and Blue Jays to perch,
a quiet shelter for the silence of the night.

Mother Mary is in my imagination,
a part of my everlasting soul.
She has always meant more
than the cement and resin
that stands patiently with hands open
to receive our blessings.

The rose bush rubs against her face,
fragrant with thorns and petals.
She feels the California sunshine,
an occasional coastal breeze,
and the sound of music
that plays from the kitchen window.

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