From Mary To Jesus

From Mary To Jesus

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I walk the same dirty street everyday. Always looking down. Much like one hypnotized or perhaps the same as a robot. And at the street I metallically turn the corner, and on my very left I walk up a group of steps. Always it seemed, leading to nowhere. But one day, I consider it my most lucky of days. For upon my walk down the same dirty street, I unknowingly looked up. And saw before me a vision of loveliness. But it was not her eyes that struck me so. Or her kindly smile. Although both were poetic. It was not even her fairest beauty. It was something unexplainable. A certain je ne sais quoi. To me much like a holy Mona Lisa. And there she stood before me holding an infant.


That, of course, I knew as none other than Jesus. As I was not born under a rock. But this time, not like one hypnotized, for this was definitely voluntary. I became one with a longing to see a glory I could now feel. So I walked up what felt like golden steps. As they seemed to lead to a place, a kingdom, if you will, that I knew subconsciously I always belonged to.


Then after entering, I noticed what looked like a beautiful string of pearls with a cross on its end. So I caressed then, yes, I embraced them with love and trust. But I knew not how to pray with words, so I simply allowed my soul to lead the way. And so I touched gently each bead and knowingly said, I love you and amen.


Then the air became the lady. The scent of the fresh wooden pews was the lady. Even the light bursting through was her as well. And when the light touched the cross that hung on the front of the church, everything suddenly became him. Jesus. And I marveled at this sorrowing victim, who so willingly died for me. Just for me, I would think. But why, I then wondered? I don’t really know him. For surely, we’ve never met.


Then all of a sudden, in the perfect quiet of the church walls, I heard a still small voice. And it said, ‘just place your hand upon your heart for me.’ So like a child to its parent, I became obedient. And the voice continued as if one speaking with love, and said ‘can you feel the rhythmic beating? That’s my love for you. You know me not, but I know you. And each nail through my hand is your beating heart. And each nail through my feet is the same. I did not die for you because you knew me. But because I loved the man in you that I’ve known since the beginning of time.’


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