Mary & the Wedding

"Could she be anything other than proud of him, he who beautified the simplest of things for her?
Was not even the high, universal night beside itself with joy when he was born?
Had the wisest men not exchanged their mouths for ears, and was the House of Worship not like new with his voice?
Had she not, hundreds of times, restrained showing her pride in him by choice?
But, at that Wedding Feast in Cana, as unexpectedly there was no wine, she looked to him with request...
One wondrous gesture, she felt, and she did not understand that he seemed to protest..
And then he did it...
She understood later, how she had forced him to do it...
He was really performing wonders and his whole sacrifice was irrevocably predestined...
It stood written...
Was it already fated at that time of the wedding?
She felt she had brought it about in the blindness of her proud vanity...
At the table full of fruits and vegetables she rejoiced with the others...
She did not notice...
The drops of her joyous tears had become blood,
with this wine so wondrous." JM