Digression of the Rosary

Jonathan

Mary: my child hath been born

To what do I give my praise?

I know the truth

For it kept me within it's grasp

Even through the darkest caverns

And all the safety that You have provided

Priest: Please, do not attribute myself to the One above

I could barely fit the glove

So please understand and tug

Tug at His garment and tear your own

For that is the sign of mourning inside your home

Your temple, your body

That beautiful body of yours!

Mary: Oh my!

How you flatter me with such words

And keep my mind on things above

Priest: How you know me so well!

Meeting you was like finding a pearl in a well

Deep within the cold

Where my beard was growing white and I was getting old

You found me within that wall

And freed me from it all

Mary: Well, you should have just said so

You know my husband is out of town with work...

This is how these went. These short, but simple interactions between this priest and young Mary. Mary sought the wisdom and experience of somebody older, while the priest only clasped to youth at every turn.