The leaf is gentle but nourishing,
and the root, it reaches to gather;
somewhere, she can be seen,
but mostly, she is buried.

This is her nature,
to dig herself ever deeper into earth;
gathering up whatever she can,
and bringing it into the tree.

Some trees, they stop to grow,
this tree shall last forever;
bringing forth new life,
bringing forth endless fruit.

This, it has been seen by God.

There is a saying,
"prophecy is not set in stone,"
but by choosing to suffer;
she has made the choice,
relinquishing her power,
and taking up endless pain,
she has begun her eternal labors.

Sewing together her fabrics,
she takes from The Lord;
whatever He has offered her,
to piece together a quilt.

This quilt is stitched together,
by the hands that hold no power;
except for the power of Mary,
to clasp her hands together,
and to pray; asking her heart's desires.

©2025 Lucretia Meerim Chosen One