La Prière

By the little boy dying near his mother
While kids are playing on the ground
And by the wounded bird that doesn’t know how
Its wing suddenly bleeds and falls down
By the thirst and the hunger and the burning madness
I greet you, Mary

By the beaten kids, by the drunk coming home
By the donkey getting kicked in the gut
And by the humiliation of the innocent punished
By the virgin sold who’s been stripped bare
By the son whose mother has been insulted
I greet you, Mary

By the old woman, stumbling under too much weight
Crying out: My God!, by the unfortunate whose arms
Could not lean on a human love
Like the Son's Cross on Simon of Cyrene
By the horse that fell under the cart it pulls
I greet you, Mary

By the four corners that crucify the world
By all those whose flesh is torn or succumbs
By those who are without feet, by those who are without hands
By the sick one being operated on who moans
And by the just one placed among the murderers
I greet you, Mary

By the mother learning that her son is healed
By the bird recalling the bird that fell from the nest
By the thirsty grass soaking up the rain
By the lost kiss from love returned
And by the beggar finding his change
I greet you, Mary