Virgin Mary Haiku







Fat babe in her arms,
she looks on with mother's love
fair Queen of Heaven.




Fill your heart with Virgin images
and celebrate Haiku My Heart Friday.


Comments

deb did it said…
~Fair Queen of Heaven~ a beautiful thing
December 10, 2010 at 2:46 PM
Naquillity said…
nicely written, Meri~ you're getting to be a great haikuist. hope all is well.
December 10, 2010 at 6:37 PM
rebecca said…
oh i do love every syllable!
this is so so touching..and one of my favorite old tin paintings.
even the rust adds to her halo.

thank you for being here...
December 10, 2010 at 6:44 PM
Spadoman said…
Meri... Your words are divine! Fantastic work.

Peace.
December 11, 2010 at 5:12 AM
Ramesh Sood said…
For me.. its just beautiful..for me its all positive flow of energy being on these pages today.. thank you!
December 11, 2010 at 8:51 AM
Noelle Clearwater said…
Meri,
Today, I can post a comment. This is a beautiful image, Mary is resplendent and the chubby baby is cherubic. I adore her face! I love that you are finding these tin paintings. I think that they are so lovely! Your haiku is wonderful. "Fair Queen of heaven" !
December 11, 2010 at 9:00 AM
turquoise cro said…
Beauty Full!!! I especially LOVE her robe and earrings! I don't think I've ever seen dear sweet QUEEN Mary with earrings! I think I'll faint imagining what kind of earrings Mary did weaR!! SWEET!
December 11, 2010 at 9:53 AM
Annie Jeffries said…
Curious images and proportions. The faces so serious. Noting from Rebecca's comment - This is an old tin painting????
December 11, 2010 at 12:51 PM
Fran aka Redondowriter said…
Very, very beautiful and inspiring.
December 11, 2010 at 8:22 PM
Paula Scott Molokai Girl Studio said…
Love it-love ALL of it-the words and the image.
December 11, 2010 at 9:17 PM
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