August 15: Assumption of Mary - Mary Poem

No milk-faced maiden in a soft robe for a desert god,
No
You needed someone
more Your size
who cared about Your chosen ones
as much as You
who constantly insisted
that You listen to their cries

And,
once the wild maid fixed her gaze on You
the game was up.

Nothing is so irresistible as undivided love
and
when with passionate interest
she nailed You with her eyes
salvation was at hand
a guarantee.