MARCH TWENTY-FIFTH*

MARCH TWENTY-FIFTH*

How dear it was that Nazareth night,

your heart all trembling with delight

when all eternity stood still

and seraphs hung with bated thrill

to wait upon your will,

sweet Lady.

Your burning heart with rapture stirred

the Father's still unuttered Word,

the Spirit's outpoured fire became,

upon the accents of your Name,

an alabaster Flame,

sweet Lady.

Down, down that midnight's depthless sea,

mid paeans of soundless melody

eternity had come to rest

timed to the heart beats of your breast,

close to the Word made Flesh,

Sweet Lady.

Sister M Consolata VHM

Ave Maria. 23 March 1957

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*Feast of the Annunciation by the Archangel Gabriel to Mary that she would bear the Christ-Child

From'A Silence full of bells'