OUR LADY OF THE HOME
Men have called you every lovely thing,
Lady of roses, of sunlight, of spring;
but there are times I cannot pray
to you in just their way
Queen of the Angels,
Star of the Deep,
pray for me
while I dust and sweep ...
would seem a strangely worded hymn
to the listening seraphim.
You will not mind, then, if instead
I pray: "My Lady, baking bread,
weeding the garden, or stopping to sew,
Queen of the world all women know,
watch over me each time I do
these tasks that make me more like you."
Sister M Catherine OSU
Magnificat. June 1944
From 'A Silence full of bells'
Queen of the Angels,
Star of the Deep,
pray for me
while I dust and sweep ...
would seem a strangely worded hymn
to the listening seraphim.
You will not mind, then, if instead
I pray: "My Lady, baking bread,
weeding the garden, or stopping to sew,
Queen of the world all women know,
watch over me each time I do
these tasks that make me more like you."
Sister M Catherine OSU
Magnificat. June 1944
From 'A Silence full of bells'
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