IN NAZARETH

IN NAZARETH

There was a gayness, Mother mine, around you

that day in Nazareth,

bent wings had hushed the fear that bound you,

and now your quickened breath

told of God's pact in silence ... morning found you

seeking Elizabeth.

There was a hill you traversed in dawn's brightness,

remember brambles there?

They slashed you, cut you, broke your heavenly lightness

in the sweet morning air,

yet ever did the Holy Spirit's whiteness

enshroud you with His care.

And we who walk a dawnlit slope, wind blowing, 

in these our White Host years,

catch at your hand with eyes shut tight, safe-knowing

though the wild tempest rears,

we'll garner in our Mary-way your sowing

despite our fears.

Sister M Angeline

Catholic World. December 1942

From 'A Silence full of bells'