Mother Mary,
The wisdom of a pure beating heart,
To our fledgling souls impart,
When I'm moored atop,
Cliffs of life's vicississtudes,
You inspire me,
With beatitudes,
In her the light,
Of love apace,
Saying "child
be at peace.
In your Heart's
For Gods flame make space.
Which warms the Earth,
From soils to space."