Mother Of God
Poetry By Anthony James


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Mother Of God
Poetry By Anthony James

I see her with violin

And still I am burning

Still of desire, still a liar

And I'm still on fire

And I see her, there

With violin-

Such a beautiful song

She play

She never looks at me

Barely able to breathe

I try to lift my head to see

Something beautiful

In this hell-

If at all possible-

Is something different to me

She plays and plays

And she moves only her feet

As if a little dance, so sweet...

And I am crying

And I am weeping

And sobbing

And the music is sweeter

And I am almost dead-

And she looks at me, just then

With a beautiful smile

And just before I die-

A Light appears

The walls fade away-

And a million Violins play

And I am shallow

And my sins and filth

Are burned away-

And a Hand is felt

And I rise up, faint

Of beings of Wings

And the music is beautiful

And the woman stops playing her violin

And like magic all the music stops with her

And she bows to her knee-

And every Angel and Saint in Heaven Bow

And a Voice like no other is heard

And these words I hear

"Come, your chair has been pulled out for you"


By Anthony James , © 2011, All rights reserved.

Author notes

I love you St. Mary! Mother of God my prayers to you- you received! Your prayers for me He received- And by God's Mercy I am Saved. And my heart is sorrowful and joyful and I am eternally Thankful.

John 19:26 "When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to his mother, "Dear woman, here is your son"