I wrote the following poem about Mum on 4 April 2008.
MARY
Tonight I have consecrated myself to You. The woman who showed me the notice was not present at the consecration. Perhaps she is already consecrated... But that is not important now for the truth cannot be hid, nor goodness obscured by colourful provincial inanity. The dream, which is everlasting in the bosom of Your tiny and fragile statuette calls me strongly to its grandiose shores. I have consecrated myself to You and I walk protected by Our Lady Who was and is and will be the Mother of the Church Triumphant. But first Thou must needs be the Mother of the Church as a Caterpillar. I am Yours and You are mine, in a way. I send you my adoration and homage this night and taking a leaf from the (holy) priest's sermon I entrust myself body and soul -- flailing, reeling, flying like a fish -- in the nameless direction of Thy tender arms.
Another poem for Mum, HOW I FEEL ABOUT THE SWEETIE MOTHER
Things were at their gravest
In the throes of my utter apostasy
And then she came to me
The Sweetie Mother
And she wrapped me in her mantle
And her embrace.
She totally saved me from the demonic apostasy
And I broke down when I met her in person
Because I was totally overwrought
And because she is who she is
A goddess full of love
And overflowing with every sentiment that is good.
I met her in the restaurant once more
This morning
And things are getting better now
And she was more beautiful than ever
And kindness and all kinds of smiles
At the very next table.
She will come to me in Germany
As a teacher and a friend
And actually no voice that is
Compares to the voice of the Sweetie Mother.
When God created her
He made no mistake. I respect her and we love each other.
I hope you like my poem, Sweetie Mother,
And now I will come out to your beautiful statue to find out.
MARY
Tonight I have consecrated myself to You. The woman who showed me the notice was not present at the consecration. Perhaps she is already consecrated... But that is not important now for the truth cannot be hid, nor goodness obscured by colourful provincial inanity. The dream, which is everlasting in the bosom of Your tiny and fragile statuette calls me strongly to its grandiose shores. I have consecrated myself to You and I walk protected by Our Lady Who was and is and will be the Mother of the Church Triumphant. But first Thou must needs be the Mother of the Church as a Caterpillar. I am Yours and You are mine, in a way. I send you my adoration and homage this night and taking a leaf from the (holy) priest's sermon I entrust myself body and soul -- flailing, reeling, flying like a fish -- in the nameless direction of Thy tender arms.
Another poem for Mum, HOW I FEEL ABOUT THE SWEETIE MOTHER
Things were at their gravest
In the throes of my utter apostasy
And then she came to me
The Sweetie Mother
And she wrapped me in her mantle
And her embrace.
She totally saved me from the demonic apostasy
And I broke down when I met her in person
Because I was totally overwrought
And because she is who she is
A goddess full of love
And overflowing with every sentiment that is good.
I met her in the restaurant once more
This morning
And things are getting better now
And she was more beautiful than ever
And kindness and all kinds of smiles
At the very next table.
She will come to me in Germany
As a teacher and a friend
And actually no voice that is
Compares to the voice of the Sweetie Mother.
When God created her
He made no mistake. I respect her and we love each other.
I hope you like my poem, Sweetie Mother,
And now I will come out to your beautiful statue to find out.
2015-10-27 Thanks for playing peep-oh with me throughout the year. Visions of the broken piglet have been coming back to haunt me intermittently all year. I will make it up to you I promise you. I am going to make you very proud.
O MARY MOST HOLY : please pray for me who have recourse to Thee
O MARY MOST HOLY : please pray for me who have recourse to Thee
I have lately discovered Our Lady's true name. It is Zàrä. It is quite difficult to pronounce. Ily
