You do not know each other, but you’ve met within my heart;
You’ve each been touched by tragedy, in my life you’re a sacred part.
In prayers at night I’ve asked before to know our Blessed Mother;
To know her thoughts, to know her life, to feel her love for others.
You, my friends, have lost a child;
To one a blessed daughter,
The other a special son.
You know Mary’s loss of child through yours for your sweet ones.
You show so well the depths of love to one who searches like me.
I search to know, to feel, to see – you mirror that love to me.
May Mary bend from heaven above and touch your grieving soul.
And show you the joy as yet to be,
when in heaven your child’s with thee.
May her love carry you across time and space;
And may time go speeding by.
May she lift your eyes to the joys to come, with bright stars and sunlit skies.
‘Til your dear ones are in your arms again, and you feel the love in their eyes.
I pray, sweet Mary, you’ll rock them gently, to
Rest in your warm embrace;
Until Marge and Margie journey home to
Rebecca’s and Russell’s place.
