MARY’S ANGUISH
Jehovah, God,
Had I known, had I known
Would I have chosen to bear this child?
Could I have chosen this?
MARY’S ANGUISH
Jehovah, God,
Had I known, had I known
Would I have chosen to bear this child?
Could I have chosen this?
MARY’S ANGUISH
Jehovah, God,
Had I known, had I known
Would I have chosen to bear this child?
Could I have chosen this?
Of dust we are made. Star dust. Of the stars we are curious. We love the clear dark nights that allow our gaze upward, finding constellations familiar and know that constellations unfamiliar lie below our line of sight.
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