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The text of the poem “May Month” is by Wim van Bladel
May
In this month of bloom
we will leave our questions with you,
without haste, without answer,
only the assurance that You are near.
May opens itself in soft light,
Flowers turn to the sun
and in this quiet growing
We know you are here.
You are where people search,
where hands are folded, without words,
where hope dares not speak,
but still exists.
Therefore Mother of silence, of patience, of listening,
You carry us with a strength that needs no support.
Greetings, Mary
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