A few years ago, while working as a chef
I was assigned a position working
for a Catholic Charity.
More specifically for Nuns.
The sisters were lovely to work for.
I would oversee their meals,
the school lunch programs,
the retirement home and charity events.
My relationship with the Sisters was a comfortable one.
They knew of my beliefs.
They never tried to change them.
In fact, on several occasions I was asked to
"Read" for fundraising events.
Yet, oftentimes I felt disconnected. I didn't belong.
One afternoon, walking the grounds;
I came across a lovely garden.
Secret, Hidden, almost forgotten.
Wandering amongst the roses & lilacs, I saw Her.
A statue of Mary.
I was drawn to her.
The Goddess was here, in this garden.
Thereafter I would visit almost daily.
Sometimes leaving flowers.
Here amongst a faith I had no connection to,
I found Her.
Mary. The great mother. She of a thousand Names.
It does not matter what name She is called by
It only matters that we call Her,
It only matters that we honor Her
Each in our own way.