Mother Mary Comes to Me and Other Poems by Bruno ZogmaWhen the Virgin Mary moves into a friends house, the relationship between the divine and human persons is unsustainable. Mary suffers a breakdown and disappears. This series of prose poems to Mary express the friends grief, regret, devotion, and longing.
This edition includes the original 2015 poem Mother Mary Comes to Me and five new poems published in 2018.
It is part of Bruno Zogmas Neverending Knifefight.
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In the Catholic Church , the veneration of Mary, mother of Jesus , encompasses various Marian devotions which include prayer, pious acts, visual arts, poetry, and music devoted to the Blessed Virgin Mary. The term " Mariolatry " is a Protestant pejorative label for perceived excessive Catholic devotion to Mary. Belief in the incarnation of God the Son through Mary is the basis for calling her the Mother of God , which was declared a dogma at the Council of Ephesus in Growth of Roman Catholic veneration of Mary and Mariology has often come not from official declarations, but from Marian writings of the saints , popular devotion, and at times reported Marian apparitions. The Holy See approves only a select few as worthy of belief; most recently the recognition of apparitions as far back as
When God turned back eternity and was young, Ancient of Days, grown little for your mirth As under the low arch the land is bright Peered through you, gate of heaven — and saw the earth. - The Virgin Mary sat on a rock that was not wholly rock in a world that was not wholly world. In Ephasis is Artemis with multitudes of breasts and legend says where Mary went and where she died and rests.
Here is our collection of wonderful poems about jesus. From Short poems perfect for a greeting card, to longer poems from famous Christian poets. O my dear heart, young Jesus sweet, Prepare thy cradle in my spirit And I shall rock thee in my heart And never more be parted from thee. But I shall praise thee evermore With songs sweet unto thy glory; The knees of my heart shall I bow And sing that true Balulalow. Take in His light, Who makes thy cares more short than night.
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