Love Poem: Black Madonna
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Written by: Daniel Cwiak

Black Madonna

Do you know of the icon of "The Black Madonna"?
   She is the Patron of Poland to this day.
   It is not the icon I write about
   But, the young Maiden, Who is 'Queen of Heaven" today.

   Her name is Mary, the Virgin Mother of Christ
   Whose intercessions for us I seek each day.
   The turmoil in our world could perhaps be averted
   If we beseech Her help on our way.

   We know that She is not only an historical figure
   As we, so often think of Jesus Her Son.
   She is a living, gentle, caring person
   Amongst those, whose hearts She has won.

   She has shrines devoted to Her in many places
   Lourdes, Fatima, Chestochowa, and Medjugorjie too.
   Places where She has appeared to others
   That we may know that Her words are true.

   Although you may not be a believer
   One day, we shall find Her pleading our case.
   Before the Son She brought into this world
   That from us, He should not turn His face.

   I know that some, whose beliefs are far from mine
   May scoff and take offense at these words that I write.
   But for me to deny my own beliefs
   Could never my heart make right.

   So, today I write about this Eternal Woman
   To Whom my prayers each day include.
   For Her comforting spirit I pray for all
   Whether Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, or Hindu.

   My faith in Her is something that I must have
   To get me through the trials of each day.
   Though undeserving of Her love that I am
   For it, I quietly pray.

   I waned to write about Her strength, humility, and obedience
   And of Her acceptance when the Angel came to call.
   I often wish that I could be more like Her
   Instead of the person that I have been to all.

   She had the humility to be obedient
   And the strength to see it through.
   I am too proud and rarely listen
   Because of my weaknesses which are obvious to you.

   So, I now ask each one of you
   Of whatever belief you may be.
   To include a prayer to the Lord above
   For Her, to help strengthen me.

   If your words are clear and pure of heart
   Please think of me and pause...
   That they will be heard in Heaven above
   To benefit my soul's undeserving cause.

   Perhaps, one day I will find "The Black Madonna"
   Not as depicted, in Her shrine to see.
   But, in Her place in Heaven on high
   Where Her gentle love may one day comfort me.