Before I grew into doubt & anger, disappointment & disgust with the church, I prayed daily to Virgin Mary. She was calm & beautiful, her pain serene, not a crown of thorns. Let it be done to me--disarming service & bodily yielding, faithful, maternal & beautiful, clothed in the stars & sky, atop the moon. Pray for me, Mary. I will be good. In some ways, I've written about this part of my life before, most evident in the Virgen de Guadalupe pendant above which I have worn since I was thirteen. but never with these parameters, where each line length is dictated by digits in my phone number.