Hail Mary..
Hail Mary full of graceNo limitation on your face,
of understanding and warm empathy.
When you and I wore small shoes,
We would of this life oft peruse with awe,
such childish wonders we would see.
For I was king of everywhere
Full of courage, guile, and dare;
and would in times of sadness hold your hand.
You laughed as I did dragons slay,
and vowed forever and a day,
to be my queen and wear my golden band.
And I in truth 'neath God above,
did you, with all my heart, then love,
and only dreamed one dream then not of you.
I dreamed of finding rainbows end.
The pot of gold to apprehend,
on my return to build a castle true.
I sailed away on sea of tears.
An odyssey of many years,
my rainbows end elusive and obscure.
Until one eve at setting sun,
my quest at last was over, done!
The pot of gold was there, no more a lure.
My ship at last had come back home;
and I vowed never more to roam,
as Mary's face did now with rainbow blend.
Hail Mary full of grace,
you wed another in my place,
and now my broken heart shall never mend.
Brendan
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2006-02-23 at 00:03
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