Wednesday, August 16, 2017

A NUN TO MARY, VIRGIN



A NUN TO MARY, VIRGIN

I had gone fruitless and defenceless, Lady,
had it not been for your strange Blossoming;
out of the sun and rain, in still and shady
and lonely moorlands, uncaressed by wing,
my having life had been a thing to mourn for,
passing none on nor yielding up her perfume -
without you, I had cringed beneath men's scorn for
skylarks that soar not, trees that do not bloom,
without you, I had had no answer to
sharp gibes against my love and my sweet Mating -
now, as I reach to take a Child from you,
these lips send far beyond my cloister-grating
the canticle a million maids have cried,
finding in you themselves: and justified.

Sister M St Virginia BVM
America. 7 April 1936
Used with permission

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