by Christopher Ziegler
Mary loves a chaste heart—
But so often have I struggled.
A wandering mind begets temptation.
When I remove my eye from Mary,
I begin to believe I can trust myself.
Soon the cravings of sin slither from the
shadows...
My memory is stained by lurid images.
These visions of lust have their own power
To bend the heart.
My urges disturb me.
They conjure uninvited thoughts.
These thoughts are not gentle.
They are not compassionate.
They are unworthy of Mary.
When I remember the love she has shown me
I am filled with shame.
The way out of temptation is humility.
Brought low by weakness,
I bow my head, clasp my hands
And call on the name of Mary.
I am bathed in peace and regain control.
I can tell her grace is at work
By the swelling of my heart.
She has proven once again
How much she cares for me
And how much I need her care.
Without her strength of grace
I would already be dead
And my life lost forever.
Yes—Mary loves a chaste heart.
But, even more than this,She loves a sinner in need.
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| Poet Christopher Ziegler can be found on Twitter @CZWriting |
Did you enjoy this poem, Mr. Ziegler has written two others on the Blessed Mother:
Thank You and The Hardest Thing
Thank You and The Hardest Thing
