Mary's TreasureНамуна

Treasure Betrayed

My worst fears came true, they convicted my son

Betrayed with coins silver, disowned and undone.

Parading in purple robes wise men had worn,

And pressed on his head a crown made of my thorns.

They gambled his clothes, someone taking the sash

I’d clutched with him lost, truly lost now at last.

The splintered wood cross like my shepherd’s crook piece

This lamb sacrificed like my small woolen fleece

He looked down at me and said, “This is your son,”

To John he instructed, “Behold your new mom.”

The babe I once carried consoles me instead.

The name I bequeathed Him on plaque o’er his head.