Lest I Be Accused of Mariolatry
Years later I heard her
Like an echo.
As though the Saints
And Holy Water
What her prayers had not:
A brother whose legs would not walk,
A sister whose mind would not work.
Taken back to the site of
Her alleged betrayal,
Instead I wonder at the
Magnificence and beauty
Of the images towering above
With love, eons ago.
The fine line
Between the praise I have for the filament
Connecting me to Divine
And the one you’re afraid I’ll worship
Instead of your tightly-controlled take
On the nature of numinousness.[i]
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[i] Barbara C. Daughter, “Lest I Be Accused of Mariolatry,” June 23, 2010, published in The Return to Mago (http://magoism.wordpress.com/?s=lest+I+be+accused), 2012