(a few years ahead of me in school)

Today I thought of Mary,

Who made Methodist time merry…

Her guitar

Made her our star,

‘Though the woman was ordinary.

Like me was milked for what she did,

And after a while she just hid…

No one to care

Beyond her talent there,

Doing as others bid.

I think she left the church,

Being ignored was a besmirch…


Starving like me,

Began her own soul search.

What’s happened I don’t know,

Has she found that God’s Love glow…

Or have some one’s arms

Betrayed her charms

Bringing her life down low?

–Jonathan Caswell

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