No Going Back
Languid autumn afternoon—
does she know a loss is coming,
a loss so devastating
that longing to die will consume her days?
After it happens,
there will be no going back.
He hinted at this, the angel,
who told her she was exceptional
among women.
If only she could see the outline
of some small joy beyond what she will suffer,
then she could bear what is to come
and more.
Poem © 2016 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Posted on December 4, 2016, in Arizona, poetry, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Recuerda Mi Corazon, Twelve Days of Mary, Yuma and tagged autumn, back, coming, die, exceptional, hinted, languid, longing, loss, more, outline, suffer. Bookmark the permalink. 24 Comments.
Magical Mystical Teacher 
Oh yes: Our Mother of Sorrows, yet her ‘Yes’ resounds
Happy Sunday
much love…
Beautifully written.
I don’t think any Mother could know what was to come. No one would want their child to go through what Jesus went through even if they knew it would save themselves and the world.
so beautiful…it inspires…
Once the thought of death climbs upon our shoulders it is very hard to see what could be ahead.. another beautiful image and reflection
Beautifully penned..!
of some small joy beyond what she will suffer,
then she could bear what is to come and more
Yes, if only she is privy to the added info then the burden will not be seen as big!
Hank
She was exceptional and hand chosen to bear the joy and sorrow of the journey.
I think it often just take a small hope, a pinprick of a light to go through the worst of time…
The loss has always been the dark side of Christmas, at least to me.
A reminder that there is another side to the jollity of the festive season. Beautiful.
My story is about Albert!
“if only she could see the outline of some small joy beyond what she will suffer,
then she could bear what is to come and more”
your words take my breath away as i lean in to comfort our lady of sorrows.
This is so beautiful. Thank you for reminding me of the meaning of this season.
yes, any sorrow we suffer was first suffered by our Blessed Mother. that sorrow was “that a sword would pierce her soul.”
Beautifully put. . . and illustrated.
Blessings, MMT. xo
I am sure she did not know what lay ahead of her. Nor do any of us really. But despite her suffering and sadness later, I hope she realized she was blessed…..and the whole world was blessed because of it.
Hers must have been a challenging life indeed!
God chose well, didn’t He. Blessed Advent to you and yours.
Sounds like the JOY of childbirth… each and everyone.
There is no option–one must birth and one must love and one must break and fall and get up again. I am tremendously moved by the beauty of the wonder in this poem.
What a beautiful photo, but you know I love all your photography. The words you wrote are so poignant. So much is happening in the world and I remember the line from Hail Holy Queen about a vail of tears.
Beautiful. Where in Yuma? Next time I go there would love to find her.
Such a desperateness about this poem. Beautifully written.