ECCE VENIT

ECCE VENIT*

The hills caught up

the rhythm of her feet,

the hills of Eden,

everlasting hills

caught up the singing rhythm

of her feet,

where wisdom played

before the world began.

and all the hills on earth

have caught it up,

the rhythm of her feet,

the everlasting singing rhythm 

of her feet.

She comes

across the hills,

across the singing hills,

she comes, and lo!

The word like music spills

over the earth,

and over the hills,

she comes,

Maria!

over the hills!

Her feet are strong,

the Queen of heaven walks on fleet-shod feet

and strong;

the haughty hills are levelled,

flooding valleys for her feet

who follow where she walks.

Her feet are strong,

for she is Queen

where Holiness

is King;

For she is Bride of Everlasting Rest,

of Everlasting Fruitfulness the Bride,

mistress of earth,

and she is quick with Life,

pregnant with Light.

Maria!

Sister Chyrysostom OSB

Caelcilia. December 1957

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*Look! She is coming.

From 'A Silence full of bells'