Written by Maria Palumbo
Mother Mary came to me
Said my wretchedness is holy
Said the way I bleed and hunger and cry
I create a storm in an otherwise boring sky
And she tells me to stay this way.
Do not succumb to the pressure to be barely seen, heard, to speak so gentle the tiniest bird might out sing you.
In the supermarket.
Roar in the street.
Roar with every step I take.
For my love is brave, she says. I should be proud of what I can do with a heart. While she chose God. And that was an easy choice. But I have decided to fall in love with mankind. Now that is something.
To be brought to my knees and commit the most humbling acts of sheer love. Without knowing how it will land, where it will go. Putting the world deep inside me, and when I let it go, she is more alive than she was without me.
Mother Mary says desire in and of itself is holy.
That my innocence will never die. And they will only see in my who they truly are. So love deep and wide, but do not get caught up in it. Love pure and long, but never erase yourself for it.