Dear Poetka, thank you for the privilege of publishing this unique Marian poem on our portal.

Mother's Face
Mother who knows us,
each by name,
The first time you're ours
And at the last breath.
We're moving to you.
in large need
And on a regular basis.
In uncertainty and concern,
at night and day
We trust you with our home and Poland.
We pray for so many years
before your painted face,
We have all scratch in our eyes,
And all cut scratch.
But we do not know.
What is your face,
a You know us, Mother, that way...
The only 1 in sight
He met you, he knows.
And he preaches in delight,
Though the word won't tell
Beautiful cleanest.
He saw you like this saying eagle—
Saint Juan Diego
And from Lourdes Bernadette,
from Fatima, shepherds,
And the La Salettes.
In Kibeho's blood flowing
And that's where you appeared to the kids.
So many images of you
in all corner of the earth:
painted and carved,
Masters' works
And an untrained hand.
Famous or unknown,
To you devoted,
They were inspired to paint them
And insecure, praying.
Madonna with a star and a butterfly,
in a spring orchard,
in a Krakow outfit in a spare,
Stay close to us,
Mother of God with a blower,
The holiest pharmacist,
The soul of a human doctor,
support us,
Mother of God of the River
from a forest chapel in Matemblev,
smiling, radiant,
And in uncertain time,
Queen of Heaven and woman of Angels,
consolation of the persecuted nation,
Turn your merciful eyes towards us,
Mary Saint Mary desecrated,
wonders inactive doing, though drowned,
Give endurance, awaken hope,
Mother of God, Rokitniańska,
called Patient Listener,
You'll gotta get your ear to our requests,
Painful Queen of Lichenia,
with Polish eagle on the chest,
Let him always stay there,
He has an flat in your heart,
The Koden Queen of Podlasie,
Blessed wine brought you here,
Save us and heal us, dear lady,
Queen of Jasna Góra,
Give us courage,
We go into the darkness without fear,
If you're leading us,
The Kalwarian woman in the old Polish robe,
We kneel on your paths,
We beg like the Pope then:
Make it between us
There were 1 ‒ and 1 were with you.
Humanity's Gadza Podhale,
scepter and coral,
“Let all the earth be praised by creation.”
Mrs Ostrobramska listened
in the words of the angelic proclamation,
Mother of Mercy, intercede for us,
Help us fight our sins.
Thou art the gracious virgin,
God's grace to us,
Daughter of Anna and Joachim,
Miss Immaculate.
Miracles of wonder,
Holy Mystery,
Clean Krynico.
In the crown of bright stars,
You've got the moon under your feet.
passing sign ‒
You are above all time exalted,
It's been eating us up so far.
Thou hast trodden the serpent,
You save the world
Mary Immaculata.
Good enemy eternal
He's down.
You're our port safe,
a stray lantern,
You show the way,
Where are we expected to go?
Stella maris lit up
in a roadless sky,
You shine harder erstwhile we call you.
And the Purgatory Souls
You bring coolness,
When they endure that yet
They can't be with God.
From Nazareth, Miss Humble,
whose knees were the throne
a tiny God,
Mother of the poor, parent of the poor,
You've only had a frame for the Lord of the World,
Mother as rich as anyone.
Mother's heart pierced,
full love
And specified a misunderstanding,
You're looking at the Son
at the time of His death
She didn't die, she didn't break her heart,
You've seen the Resurrection.
Justyna Catch-Newakov

