Christmastide Celebration and Love Poem to Mama Mary
There are several celebrations within Christmastide, including Christmas Day (25 December), St. Stephen's Day (26 December), Childermas (28 December), New Year's Eve (31 December), the Feast of the Circumcision of Christ or the Solemnity of Mary, Mother of God (1 January), and the Feast of the Holy Family. The Twelve Days of Christmas terminate with Epiphany Eve or Twelfth Night (the evening of 5 January).
On Saint Stephen's Day, the second day of Christmastide, people traditionally have their horses blessed,and on the Feast of Saint John the Evangelist, the third day of Christmastide, wine is blessed and consumed. On New Year's Eve (the seventh day of Christmastide), it is common for many Christians to attend a watchnight service to thank God for being blessed in the previous year and resolving to serve Him in the coming year.Throughout the twelve days of Christmastide, viewing plays, movies and videos on Nativity scene is also tradition.
Let the celebrations began!
Ode to my Mama Mary, Queen of Heaven and Earth!
How can that be?
My own earthly Mother was broken and pained.
How do I deserve such love?
Such devotion?
From The Queen of Heaven and Earth?
The most beautiful women who ever shall live.
Born without sin.
Born with pureness of heart and soul
Yet could feel the deepest depths of pain
And forgive those who murdered her only son.
Her Lord.
She knew she would have to one day walk through his pain and suffering and do nothing to help.
She stayed by Her son's side.
Til the very bitterest of ends.
And always believed and knew more was to come.
You stay by my side no matter how far away I go from you.
Mother Mary you stay with me when my loneliness is unbearable on Earth. When I can't tell truth from fiction.
When I can't see anything but darkness.
You wipe my tears.
You dry my eyes.
You put me under your mantle. You freshen me up and rejuvenate my heart.
You point the way to your son. You walk with me to his altar. You hold my hand when I kneel before him. You hold my head when I can't.
No matter how weary I am you comfort and love me. Guiding me toward your son. As you stay with me always and then the times you wrap your arms around me and carry me to your son.
As I lay unworthily before your son, you blanket me in your love.
You smile with love at my silly struggles. Reminding me to hand them to you. As we give them to your son and lay them at his cross, you shine love through the most beautiful of eyes.
You brought me back from the abyss of darkness and patiently loved me all the while.
You kept me here on Earth so I may rejoice in your son. And in God the Almighty.
I no longer am chained to the past.
I'm no longer dragged down by all the pain.
The love I have for you is no longer that of a Mama, but that of my Queen, My everything. That leads me to her Son. My Lord and Saviour .
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