So many Marys in the book; but you
Show up a lot, and just the showing up
As we all know, is what we have to do
Liminally. Some say you used to schtup

For pay. I don’t believe it. Some old fart
In Rome made that one up. Yet seven devils
All say you had; delivered, not by art,
But grace put paid to their infernal revels.

And you were grateful; gratitude, a gift
Less usual than it should be, but you owed it;
Showed up, and even at the awful rift,
Veil torn asunder, sun dark, you abode it.

Showed up when the plot twisted, blessed girl;
To you the knee must bend of every lazy churl.