In every woman, I see a Mary: made for miracles, imbued with goodness and who, by their gift of bringing life into this world, saves man from his own end. Whether Mother or Magdalene, God loves and works in each: changing hearts, minds, and souls by drawing those in world around nearer to communion with a Greater Love.
I believe a Mary exists in every woman: the Divine Feminine of ancient faiths made manifest in living form to bring God’s will into life and being—out of Love—even when we, as men, cannot see and sometimes kill the Living Wonder by our refusal to bear witness.
Still, try as some men may, Wonder will never be destroyed. For Mary appears reincarnate in every set of new-life eyes—every new, beautiful, and innocent soul—that will live and grow in this world, that will create and bear new life, and—by this—perpetuate mankind with all its sins and glories for a generation more.
Maybe I’m a fool. Still, it’s what I see.