I never knew your mother.
According to the gossip of legend she filled small churches with irrational tantrums, brooding in controlled watchfulness as context threatened to complicate mystery.
She gave birth to millions, proportionally robbing the hungry to feed the dead, never pursuing recognition for the work of her immortal library.
Today your mother’s powers are attributed to her secret mastery of greed and silence, skills unknown in her day but common in our time.
None knew of her discipline until her messages dropped from ears of priests into ancient ponds and shallow cemeteries, freely capsizing ocean liner and canoe alike with blasphemous papal derision.
