Michael, the Archangel
and Mary, Mary my mother,
his mother, your mother, 
our mother—

Both have been holding me
so close, guarding me
and guiding me,
carrying me,

Telling me they will take me
to where I'm meant to be
even if I've collapsed
here so close

To the place where we 
meet again, begin again
here at the end.
I have been crying

Because for so many years
I have stood strong, 
knowing in the longing for
even I belong,

No matter all the cutting off
from everyone and every
place that mattered to me.
Now I am a babe

Born again into this love
and still alone while you roam.
And still unable to bring forth
all the love that rushes through,

Asking the angels where are you
who promised me so very long ago
that if I held strong and kept my pledge
they would bring support I need.

Now all has fallen in.
All has fallen through.
I have fallen down, down
and out and back into

the arms of grace,
eternal waiting place.