Crushed…But Consoled

I just couldn’t handle it,

it crushed me…making sure my only option were tears.

Thinking and making senses of things was impossible,

my mind was unable to separate reasoning from feeling,

and so I felt ruined, utterly collapsed.

 

I asked Mary, please come, please come to bed with me,

hug me while I fall sleep.

She is the best of mothers, and I felt sleep in her consoling and tender arms.

 

Next day was better:

The Sacraments were there for me…ready to shower me with all their graces.

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About silviaeningles

I’m Silvia and these are some interesting things about me: I was born in Puebla, a beautiful city in central Mexico. It is an old city, founded in 1531 I live in Vancouver, British Columbia in Canada I have a blog in Spanish that you’re welcome to read (http://comenzandolashistorias.blogspot.ca/) I love hummingbirds, tea and Mexican candy I really enjoy when readers write and comment on my posts I love writing, and I really enjoy poetry (reading aloud my favourite poems always makes me happy)
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