Beneath a sky where twilight fades to grey,
In a chapel's shadows, cold and dim,
A marble statue, pristine, stands alone,
The Virgin Mary, eyes with tears brim.
Her face serene, yet sorrow's etched in stone,
A mother's heart, enduring ceaseless ache,
For in her arms, the weight of loss is known,
A silent vigil, prayers for hearts that break.
Her tears, like pearls, in candlelight do gleam,
Each drop a whisper of a soul in pain,
Through centuries, her mournful eyes still dream
Of peace for those who suffer in love's name.
Oh, gentle Mother, weep not for the past,
For in your tears, a strength so pure and vast,
You teach us grace in sorrow, hope in strife,
The crying Virgin, bearer of new life.
About the Creator
CHRISTIAN P
I am “Christian p" a passionate writer with an insatiable curiosity and a lover of storytelling let's dive into the realm of words, weaving into narratives that captivate the imagination. Drawing inspiration from life's experiences.



Comments (2)
Your lines were very heart-touching, friend!
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