Mary's TreasureУзорак

To God What is God's

His ministry’s growth incurred Pharisees’ wrath

I urged Him stop teaching and choose a new path.

“But who is my mom? My disciples are kin.”

His words sliced right through, like a slap from a friend.

My best laid intentions for safety His own

I witnessed betrayed with our kinship disowned.

I picked up a coin as I wandered away

Its silver gleam speaks of my heart so dismayed.

Again future coins would be cast on the ground

A piercing betrayal that innocence bound.

Transitioning mothering roles was a must.

No longer a child, as my Lord, I chose trust.