Said the man to the statue
'why Mary do you weep?
when the world is a better place
made this way from your son'
and when this Mary cannot reply
the man walks on wondering still
And in the still of the night
under stars of velvet sky's
the statue moves and breathes
and thinks apon this day
wiping once again these tears
crimson as blood from her eyes
and she whispers to the wind
turning her eyes to the heavans
to cry and to pray
'Forgive these people
for they know not what they do
and pray they do not find this knowledge
of which i am burdened
to know my son was sent to die
that these may live'
Then Mary in her despair
cries these tears of blood
wishing for an end from this
the people day to day
coming and asking the same
and she cries, she weeps,
she dies
And as the sun rises
and the church bell's ring out
the people flood to the church
laden with candles, and prayers
and as the first enter the church
the cries ring out
as they view the spectacle lying on the floor
as a spreading flow of blood
swirls to soak their feet
For there on the floor
surrounded in shattered marble casing
lay's a figure prone covered in blood
or that is how it would first appear
if they but stepped closer
these people of misery
would find the blood came from
the marble eyes and very real heart
of this statue and woman the same
dying so slowly on the ground
And these people they fall to their knees
screaming to the heaven's
'why have you forsaken us'
as they sky's open and heaven's pour
lightning light's up the sky
and as these people turn to run
this mary breathe's her last
And for the last time she pray's
and every ear in the world hear's
'father forgive them
they know not what they have done
with their cries for pity and help
i pray now that they are gifted
with this knoledge of mine
as i pass it unto them'
As the rain pours down
the world in flooded with tear's
as every eye shed's a tear
at the pain of this mother of love
and her joy at leaving this world
Said the man to the lord
'forgive me father
for i know not what i do'
and the lord smiled on him
and he was forgiven.
Author notes
have no idea where this came from i have a very sneaky muse i think...
Comments
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this was just good, i mean that, i am far for a religious person but i know i loved this read, keep it flowing. a honestly and truly moving poem.



