Sunday, April 26, 2015

Mother Mary, Why Am I Afraid?



2 comments:

Jeannie Ewing said...

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.

John Janaro said...

Amen, Jeannie. God bless you!