Mother Mary
Mother Mary came to me in a
dream, and told me I should
get saved.
I firmly told her I never would,
that I had decided to live my
life inside a grave.
Mother Mary said it was a shame.
With tears down her cheeks, she
came and kissed me on the
cheek.
She wept as she returned to the
light in which she had come.
I found myself alone in my bed,
staring up at the ceiling.
I quickly realized I was crying
and didn’t know why.
