Discover a personal reflection on the March With Mary project—how small roles, from driving trucks to storing roses, hold deep spiritual meaning when keeping eyes on Mary, who always leads us to Jesus.
We Prepared the Roses
We Prepared the Roses
by Lynette Stroh
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We prepared the roses
and adorned the Virgin’s feet
We walked the parade route
Smiling at everyone we’d meet
We carried our baskets
With red roses galore
Searching for mothers
That we’d implore:
“Take this rose
From the Mother of God who
Loves you so much”
It’s all she wants to do
Some mothers smiled
Others had tears
We knew Mary evaporated
The pains of their years
Our Mother Mary
Held up high by the Knights
Is the Queen of our land
And all human rights
Love her one
Love her all
Mary our Mother
We respond to your call
The most incredible experience happened at the parade for me, personally. There were times I would just hand out one of the thousand roses to any mother with children. There were times, and they were very special, when I was walking along and locked eyes with a mother. I would point at her and walk toward her with the rose. Most of the time, the mother would put her hand on her heart and smile a big smile. It was as if the Blessed Mother was leading me directly to these particular women. I think they knew, too! Sometimes these mothers were sitting 3 or 4 rows back in front of a house, but I would see them, and I knew they were the recipient of a rose. They were very touched and so was I to see Mother Mary working in this endearing and unexpected way of love.
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Lovely....you're reaching out to mothers through Mother of us all. Thank you for sharing this and your poem.