The world is naked this night,
fearful, exposed, afraid, ashamed, perplexed.
Life’s winds blow cold, eyes fill with tears,
and hearts are boiled in anger.
Speed through the darkness Earth,
a traveler in unfathomed space.
The world is convulsed this night, but heaven
is neither empty or asleep.
The silent crying,
the scream caught in a throat,
the words unutterable,
have found an audience beyond the stars.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.
Ave Maria…
The Beautiful Path 