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| Mary as I found her in Pray, Montana. Photo by S'zanne Reynolds |
Patti Griffin's song, Mary, is one of my all time favorites. Singing along to these lyrics is often the only thing that gives me the courage to move about the country, and certainly the only way I can point my truck back to Texas to come home through tears of painful memories.
Mary knows my pain, and she knows yours. We women always seem to have to clean up after the disasters and tragedies of our world. But, we have hope in seeing how she cast off the shroud of fear, abuse, shame, guilt, social identity, religious politics and even death. She threw off the stained sheets of the past and the veil of religion, society, and material medica...and moved on. She moves within all of us. So, as I move about the country, I cast off the shroud, and find comfort moving with Mary.
The virgin-mother, through her spiritual sense and purity, was able to conceive or bring forth the Christ-idea to the world. What idea are you giving birth to? What seed has God put in your heart to bring forth? How are you creating and contributing to the world, your own special, unique, God-declared Christ-expression today? Don't let the dragons of the day swallow up your good. The world needs your goodness, your expression, your creativity, your love. In this age, the earth will help the woman, and the dragon will be drowned in its own voice.
In the words of another Mary, Mary Baker Eddy: "What if the old dragon should send forth a new flood to drown the Christ-idea? He can neither drown your voice with its roar, nor again sink the world into the deep waters of chaos and old night. In this age the earth will help the woman; the spiritual idea will be understood. Those ready for the blessing you impart will give thanks."
I give thanks for you and your creative gifts, and for soulful men and women, everywhere.
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This statue of Mary was found in Pray, Montana where I appropriately prayed for the Mary spirit within us all, that we see more evidence of God as divine Mother in our life, as the divine Goddess of our being, and as the divine Feminine Consciousness or Queendom of Heaven in our peaceful Home.
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| Photo by S'zanne Reynolds |
Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in ashes
You're covered in rain
You're covered in babies, you're covered in slashes
You're covered in wilderness, you're covered in stains
You cast aside the sheet, you cast aside the shroud
Of another man, who served the world proud
You greet another son, you lose another one
On some sunny day and always stay, Mary
Jesus says Mother I couldn't stay another day longer
Fly's right by me and leaves a kiss upon her face
While the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of glory
Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place
Mary she moves behind me
She leaves her fingerprints everywhere
Every time the snow drifts, every time the sand shifts
Even when the night lifts, she's always there
Jesus said Mother I couldn't stay another day longer
Fly's right by me and leaves a kiss upon her face
While the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of glory
Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place
Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in ruin
you're covered in secrets
You're covered in treetops, you're covered in birds
who can sing a million songs without any words
You cast aside the sheets, you cast aside the shroud
of another man, who served the world proud
You greet another son, you lose another one
on some sunny day and always stay
Mary, Mary, Mary
You're covered in rain
You're covered in babies, you're covered in slashes
You're covered in wilderness, you're covered in stains
You cast aside the sheet, you cast aside the shroud
Of another man, who served the world proud
You greet another son, you lose another one
On some sunny day and always stay, Mary
Jesus says Mother I couldn't stay another day longer
Fly's right by me and leaves a kiss upon her face
While the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of glory
Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place
Mary she moves behind me
She leaves her fingerprints everywhere
Every time the snow drifts, every time the sand shifts
Even when the night lifts, she's always there
Jesus said Mother I couldn't stay another day longer
Fly's right by me and leaves a kiss upon her face
While the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of glory
Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place
Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in ruin
you're covered in secrets
You're covered in treetops, you're covered in birds
who can sing a million songs without any words
You cast aside the sheets, you cast aside the shroud
of another man, who served the world proud
You greet another son, you lose another one
on some sunny day and always stay
Mary, Mary, Mary
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