Their perplexed brows are
knitted into knots
as they impatiently try to
conquer the unconquerable,
and so they slowly slide down,
down the slippery slope
of depression and despair
into the murky darkness
of melancholic misery;
but Our Lady touches their hearts,
and most lovingly leads them
along a path trustworthy and true,
through the White Way of Light,
and up the majestic mountain;
then as they drink the delicious
new wine of Divine Mercy,
their wrinkles of worry dissolve,
their souls serenely smile,
their hearts are made whole,
and, to their utter amazement,
they are absolutely and totally
born again.