Letter to Virgin Mary

Angel of God,

My guardian dear,

To whom His love,

Commits me here;

Ever this day,

Be at my side,

 To light and guard,

To rule and guide.

Amen.

I couldn’t figure out how to start a letter to you. So I decided I would start with a prayer to you, if that helps anything. I’m hoping it will. My mom said this was supposed to be like a prayer, only it’s more public. I’ve never written many letters in my life before; I’ve never bothered to. But now I think I need to, I don’t know what to write.

 I think I want to thank you for everything, I think. It’s just I don’t know what to write in this. I like to do things reclusively, privately, and just…thoughtfully, I think. If this was a private letter to you, I think words would’ve come flowing on. So I think I will pretend this is a private letter and write.

            Did you know that this is sort of like a revised edition of my letter? Originally, I had a lot of questions for you, but then my dad answered it and now he wants me to add the answers of them and then write my own thoughts about it. My questions were: How is heaven like? Or purgatory, or even hell? Who’s the devil’s father? Who started evil? My dad still hasn’t answered the “How is Heaven like?” question, but I think  no one exactly knows unless they’re there. But at least I know the devil’s father is God, and that no one exactly started evil, because pride started evil, and pride isn’t person or spirit or creature or something similar to it. At least now I know why pride’s a sin. I couldn’t figure out why before.

            After answering the questions, my dad asked a lot of questions that was sort of hard to answer, like: If God is good, how can he be the devil’s father? And: If your parents say, “I’m proud of you,” is that a sin? Well, here’s my answer: God is good and the devil is evil, and the devil could be evil because…well, when God made the creature and spirits, et cetra, maybe he added different sorts of feelings and emotions and this, some of them bad and some of them good…maybe one of them wasn’t pride; it was in the category of pride maybe, and that grew stronger and became pride…that’s my thinking. Being proud of your kids can’t be a sin, because my dad said pride was a sin because it was another way to go against God, and you don’t exactly go against God for liking your children. So maybe it isn’t a sin. Maybe it’s both: it’s a sin and not a sin at the same time. Oh, I know! There’s probably different types of pride, and you being proud because you got a perfect score for your math tests when nobody else got perfects scores and that sort of pride is probably a lot different that the pride parents have for they’re children. That pride would be more like affection, I think. So I think the my conclusion is that pride can be a sin and sometimes not.    

            Virgin Mary, can you please just get massages from me when I’m praying, not reading aloud a letter to the world? Because I like prayers and things like that, and I also like it when it’s private. And I really don’t like writing this letter, if you know what I mean. And I want to say thank you, and just those words are, I think the main point of the letter. Just a simple message of two words, but meant sincerely, if you know what I mean. So: thank you.

                                                                       -Celine