An ordinary man engages the circumstances of daily life, seeking to draw closer to the Mystery who gives meaning to everything.
The humility of your poem, so raw and real and emotive, reflects the gift we have in holy darkness, John. I can place myself in your poem (replacing "son" with "daughter," of course), and I find my own wounds and weakness are precisely what bring me to Our Lady every day, so that her trust may become my trust in her Son.
Amen, Jeannie. God bless you!
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