A Matador's Prayer to Mary - Beyond the Fold
In the still of night, beneath the watchful eye of stars, I whisper to the heavens, my words sparse. To Mary, Mother divine, in your grace, I’ve dwelt, A comfort in the storm, a presence felt. Your visage, a beacon in my darkest hours, In your embrace, I've found solace in showers. Yet here I stand, at the crossroads of belief, Yearning for freedom, in my heart, a silent grief. No longer can I walk the path laid before me, The rituals, the prayers, they no longer set me free. But, Mother Mary, know this truth inside my heart, In my journey forward, you’re a part. I seek not to abandon the love you’ve shown, But to find a truth that’s solely my own. A faith not bound by tradition or rite, But a personal creed, in the soul’s flight. So, I bid you adieu, not in sorrow or in spite, But in hope of a dawn, where my spirit takes flight. Your son taught love, compassion, and grace, These lessons I carry, as I seek my place. Mary, Mother, in your eternal embrace, Grant me the courage to see...