Secret Mary

Secret Mary

Comes so silently

In the evening, post-shower light,

Her first-time garden,

Nobody else knew she was there.


Secret Mary

Speaks so softly

Of a man who

Pushed authority to the edge,

Of thunder over a hilltop cross.

Nobody listened

But me.




2 thoughts on “Secret Mary

  1. Liz Gray says:

    Very deep and profound. By any chance are you a U2 fan? I also write at…kind of a smurge between faith and music. I love the people I meet on WordPress…so much talent, and I feel like I can take a trip around the world, before I can actually afford to do so. Keep writing–you’re great! And one last site (new) to encourage writers at

  2. beeseeker says:

    Will look at the suggested links, thanks. U2 -ish, particularly their earlier stuff (so far, but you just never know what’s coming next eh?)

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