Mary Always Knew

Mary always knew
there was more to Him than met the eye.
And now, she was looking into his eyes.
in a way that only a mother can.

She wasn’t going to make a scene
She detested violence
The voices were raised
The crowd was jostling
This was not about her.
She knew that.
This was always bigger than her.
Bigger than she could ever be
She smiles and cries and feels the pride well up
He looked dazed but not defeated
She thought
Tired but not exhausted
If only she could give him something to eat.

Her emotions were running riot
She wanted to take him home
Talk sense to him.
Everyone mother should have her son home for Passover.

She felt a tinge of anger well up.
He should have stayed a carpenter like his father.

Oh Joseph
I miss you Joseph,

Why was this happening to her son?
She blamed the crowd he had got mixed up with.
Prostitutes and publicans
Peter and James should have know better.
As for Judas she had never liked him
She had told Jesus on a number of occasions
She had warned him about the company he was keeping.
In fact his whole family had told him.
He was going too far
He had become too radical
She should have reigned him in.

Tears from no where streamed down her face
As she looked him over
He was his own man
God’s man
Son of Man
She smiled
She sighed
She knew
More than most
There was more to him than met the eye

She remembered the words of the old man Simeon
More than thirty years ago
The sword he spoke of was now “piercing her heart”

So many regrets
Memories flood back
In a flash
She remembered
Her fear
Her joy
Her shear naivety

When heaven entered her kitchen
She was just a girl
She had sang a song
And called Him her Saviour
What she knew
She always knew
He was never really her son
He was never really hers
He was always for everyone
The Light of the world
The Bread of Life
The way
The Truth
The Life
She knew it all to be true
She knew it
All from a mother’s glance