In my weaker moments, when I miss the comforting embrace of religion, I have a devotion to Mary, as do many Catholic women (I think we’re kinda supposed to), but not that Mary. No, the cool Mary. This is the most beautiful prayer to her I have ever heard.

The part that makes me cry:

I remember nights we spent
whispering our creed.
Our rituals, our sacrament,
the stars our canopy.
And there beneath an olive tree
we’d offer up our plea.
In God’s creation innocent,
his arms surrounding me.

I long for a religion that makes me feel like that.

P.S. I feel like I’ve posted this already, but couldn’t find it, so sorry if it’s duplicative.