Baha'i Temple With Mary

I am pretty sure these pictures were taken around 1981. It was soon after Mary moved back to Chicago. We spent this day together visiting special places. It may have been her birthday (October 5), but I do not remember for sure.

There are the beautiful roses we saw that day at the Baha'i Temple in Wilmette :

and here is Mary standing before the Temple:


And here she is with the roses:



What a glorious day!

Mari Kali

Mari is a Basque goddess who dwells in a cave. Mary identified closely with Mari first.

And she identified with Kali last. She was after all a Kali...a Kali last and always.

Mari of the Moon

Mari of the Moon
by
Victor Anderson

To Triple Mari of the moon we pray
And offer our devotions in the night,
For broken hearts who dare not dream by day
Shall find a refuge when Her healing light
Illuminates the city of our sins
And penetrates the soil with estrous heat
To burst the seeds where unborn life begins,
Releasing roots that grope with searching feet.
Unite the children of your love divine
(Eternal love the common herd calls lust)
From one another parted by design,
Scattered and blown about the world like dust.
Fate-driven, wronged and crucified in vain,
Deliver us, Our Lady of the Pain.

Song of Mari

Mary identified with the goddess Mari.

Here is a poem by Victor Anderson about Mari:

Song of Mari
by
Victor Anderson

She comes at the first scent of morning,
As sweet as the breath of the sea;
Till the Cock of the Sun cries His warning,
She will walk in the garden with me.

Her kisses so wild yet so tender
Shall make of my body a flame;
No cloud shall obscure her bright splendor,
No veil and no garment of shame.

Though mortals deny and deride me
Till love must rise up and depart,
In a dread secret place She will hide me,
Sealed up with the blood of my heart.

For She is Our Lady of Twilight,
My comfort in life's darkest hour;
I see in the heavens of midnight
Her shield of omnipotent power.

She comes at the first hint of morning,
Her feet on the crests of the sea;
Till the Cock of the Sun cries His warning,
She will lie in the garden with me.

Thorns of the Blood Rose

Mary was very fond of Thorns of the Blood Rose by Victor Anderson. We read some poems from this book.

Another Mary Poem

MAY

by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

CANNOT tell you how it was;

But this I know: it came to pass

Upon a bright and breezy day

When May was young; ah, pleasant May!

As yet the poppies were not born

Between the blades of tender corn;

The last eggs had not hatched as yet,

Nor any bird forgone its mate.

I cannot tell you what it was;

But this I know: it did but pass.

It passed away with sunny May,

With all sweet things it passed away,

And left me old, and cold, and grey.

Remember

at Mary's memorial, we read some poems that she liked, and others that reminded us of her.

Remember
by
Christina Rosetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.