Mother, invested with crown,
Blood-stain red halo,
Glassy-eyed pale visage,
Lead-solder heavy burden
Cradled in your strong arms,
Still young, but naïve no more.
How often did you cry
“Why?” as that child grew,
Within, beside, without
You, Our Lady?
Did “eli eli lama sabachthani”
Grace your lips as well?
We appeal to you, Mary,
In our times of trouble,
For you are the one
Who brought forth
The Son on whom
We now in wonder gaze.
We now in wonder gaze.
Pray, should we also ponder
What was asked of you,
Blessed Madonna,
By Adonai, the One
Who made your belly
A swelling vessel of Presence?
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13 comments:
Your Magpie transports me to another world .. another time. Lovely!
Elegant tribute to the Queen Mother. The last line "the One who made your belly a swelling vessel of Presence" is just marvelous.
I love those last few lines considering the mother ...Mary. Very tender.
Can't help wodering what would have happened if He'd been a daughter...
Very lovely and Merry Christmas
love the last four lines, and the phrase your belly/ a swelling vessel..
emotional tale.
well expressed and beautiful imagery.
Yes, we should 'ponder what was asked of you'
Merry Christmas...I very much enjoyed your Mary Christmas poem
Lovely expression... nice.
nicely done- Merry Christmas!
Very well done and beautiful piece...always enjoy reading your work...have a Beautiful Christmas...bkm
Wow! Thanks for directing me back to this, CL - it is a wonderful tribute and homage to our Blessed Mother.
Kat
A beautiful and tender tribute! I love it!! :-)
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