Jesus stood between to Mary’s
a mother and a friend
A virgin birth that brought him to
the place from which we ascend.
One hand holding mother’s who
without the flesh exchange
created sinless human life
a miracle to save.
The other hand beholds a friend
who some would name a whore.
The “fleshly” woman of the Earth
who I will now explore…
Maggie is the self that life,
in past, I made as me.
From young I laid with men
and men kept coming still to me.
For years and years I walked this road
quite thoughtless of a plan.
As passion after passion leave me
only empty hands.
The years flow by and yet still
I committed fruitless chore
gave of my time, my heart, and
mind without an open door.
It makes no sense to do and hence
Becomes no longer fun
now found with lack of going back
I turn to Mary’s Son.
I cannot hide the blushing bride
that is not meant to be.
She stands with eyes
plagued by the flies of her impurity.
That God might wash as such a cost
she hardly can conceive.
Full of regret she can’t forget,
yet still she does believe.
Jesus between two Mary’s stood
the both at Woman’s Core.
We will find that each these aspects
dwell with Love forevermore.