Fatima, Medjugorje
When Mary appears,
The sky dances
Circles of light and faith
Are made
First for children
There are those who
Doubt, which doesn’t
Matter (though the
Doubters matter)
God loves them, and
Maybe God’s mother will
Visit them sometime
And if you don’t believe
I love you, still
Maybe we’ll all gather
At Guadalupe where
Grown-ups can see
Her, if innocent enough
Though I’m never sure
If that means me
clcouch123 
May 28, 2016 at 3:24 am
Beautiful poem. I think in a way we all remain like children, in eyes of Jesus anyways. So, I hope you could see Mary’s image in this place. I don’t believe in her as the Catholics do as a divinity almost in herself. But I do think she is extremely blessed being chosen to be his mother and perhaps shows us the ideal mother in God’s eyes. I always thought when the Beatles Paul McCartney Sang “Let It Be,” he was talking about Mary. But it turns out his mother’s name was actually Mary.
May 28, 2016 at 5:48 pm
What do you know–I thought he was singing about the mother of Jesus, too. Sometimes Catholics go too far in (some Catholics) replacing one of the Trinity with Mary (which one gets left out I do not know). That’s extreme, though, and is corrected by Catholic teachers and leaders. She is beatrix, though: woman who has received–and will intercede for–blessings. Thanks for your affirming that I might see Mary, too. I like your notion on remaining like children. I was reminded last Sunday how important children are to Christ.