Monday, January 13, 2014

Smuggling the Virgin Mary

We walked across the border 
carrying a statue made of mud 

details were carved upon the clay 
but within contained a holy woman

her head bowed in prayer while she 
patiently waited for her release.
The border guards took a close look 

questioned the jewels upon her crown
tapped and prodded but let us resume our journey.

They watched closely while we balanced
our treasure and crossed the border.   

We hurried to a van then chiseled away
the mud releasing the ancient woman
who gasped for air. She gave us each a hug.  

My question: “Why am I dreaming
about smuggling the Virgin Mary 
across the border?”

Is there a message here I need

to understand?

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