Dear mother Mary,
How could you assent,
And give your heart
To let it be rent?

I look at your face,
So peaceful above.
You overcame fear,
Because you had love.

Your gentle reproof
Alights on me:
“Can you not trust,
Let questions be?”

I know I have failed,
What can I say.
“Lord, let your mercy
Enable my way.”

Note: see also Quicksand of Questions