Mysterious Ways

There is a piece of advice we are told throughout our lives. At family gatherings, social functions and everyday life interactions.

”Do not argue politics and religion.”

Why?

Among the laundry list of reasons not to, there lies the question of enforcement. Of differences of opinions. Heated debates and spirited discussions do not always gel well together. Burn out.

Social Justice

Life

Health

The cloak of protection.

Mi Madre. Tu Madre.

Tomatoe Tomato

Potatoe Potato

A rose by any other name.

In the long run, the cloak of protection is an unwavering belief.

It throws shade and progression to hearts that were a little unbelieving. Provides warmth, faith and steadfast belief in something other than ourselves.

A lady of the night?

A lady of the rays?

Lady Justice balances the pendulum of faith and goodness by offering us a better way.

Being a lady of the rays of the sun is no small feat by any means. A lady of the rays is held as a symbol of justice to and of the marginalized people. The ones who may have difficulty speaking for the self, themselves. Oppressed. Unable to protect and declare their independence.

She is simple.

Our Madre.

Tu Madre.

Mi Madre.

We should and must venerate our lady and to feel that she is our mother. We do not always because we are fearful and angry. Sad and justified in our ways. My way or the highway. Where road rage screams loud and accidents can abound without our eyes focused squarely on the path ahead of us. On the device du jour instead.

We say, we act “Not Happy.”

She says,

”I am here, I am mother.”

No matter what, my number one job is to protect. Whether you may like it or not. Make no mistake, the world is full of ideologies.(pf) Thoughts words, actions that deviate from the norm, deviate from what we are “used to.”

Be not afraid.

Let it be.

A mother. Is oftentimes chosen. Just chosen. To spread a word of endless grace and focus in the heat of the arguments, in the heat of the debates, especially those of the practices of politics and religion. Disagreements of perspectives and opinions.

As another saying goes, Opinions are like this or that. Every person has one.

A Mother. Mi Madre. Tu Madre is capable of inhuman feats of protection. She is able to do the impossible when its seems un doable.

She can grow roses in the middle of winter.

She can be with child.

The image of her strength is indestructible.

The image is always 98.6 degrees.

There is life—in the Virgin’s eyes.

Life.

She desires to give life. Not take it away. Serves with a spark in her eye and fire in her heart. With out delay, knowing that our time down on planet earth is finite. If we perform the drills of service and giving while able, the sky is not the limit, it is a wondrous place of everlasting life.

Yep. It can be a fight. Nine times out of ten protection is always worth the fight. (The rest is possibly a result of the dead end discussions of politics and religions ideologies that do not “agree”)

What can I say?

Life is seldom perfect.

She comes close to it, though. Mi Madre. Tu Madre.

Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. She is. The cloak of protection in times of severe doubt, sever drought. She never fails.

A story of faith and mystery is what drives the boundaries of our perspectives to a point. On the other side, at times. Images come and images go. Images stay cloaked into our hearts by our beliefs in goodness and progress.

When we stop for a second and put our shields and guards down, we negotiate the best for the children. The adults, flawed and unable to bend in ways large and small, are sometimes incapable of seeing the other side.

Stubbornness clouds judgment. Gossip kills relationships. Innuendo is the bullet of destruction. Mi Madre. Tu Madre. Mother Mary manifests the faith and hope of a life of service.

She bore a mysterious life of service so that humans can have a life. Of freedom.

What this freedom is worth is in the eye of the beholder. It can be stolen in a heartbeat. Stolen from one and rudely given to another in a haste. The end becomes the prize with the process the punishment. (bs). Whittling down the soul of another in an attempt to say,

”Gotcha.”

Not on her watch. Mi Madre. Tu Madre.

We may lose sight of what is important. We may get caught up in wanting to be right all the time. On the flip side, carelessness is indifference that will render us weak. Incapable of coming to the table.

Knee knocked.

Our resistance is what holds us back. We scrap away at what we think we knew all along. With one gentle motion, she wipes away our tears and our fears. We get so angry at her at times. Block the very protection we need most.

The devil is in the details.

She does not allow the devil to penetrate ever, our desire to live a full and happy life. Even if and when we are not certain what it looks like. Feels like. It is.

Mi Madre. Tu Madre.

A fighter beyond belief.

Sneaky ways.

Mysterious ways.

There are a boundless differences in the way she may operate.

The guilt ridden? May know the baggage of the weight of the world on the shoulders. We add more and more,

”pile on” when the going gets tough and the tough do not get going.

Adding to the inferiority is the only way to group the winners from the losers. Leave a lot to be desired. Not up to par. Mi Madre. Tu Madre. Knows how far to push the apple cart without spilling it all over.

May the better man win?

She already has the plan of action in her heart. She moves about like a tiny hummingbird who floats free in time and space. Mi Madre is no match for Tu Madre. Perhaps the stick you used to light your wheels in motion did not provide the fire you desired.

Mi Madre keeps on burning bright in the face of deception.