THE ASSUMPTION
And yet tradition tells us Mary travelled far
In the uncounted years that afterwards ensued
And where she went, her work was on a par
With that of the apostles - full of good
Exhaustedly she pulled out from the fray
They laid her also in a stony tomb
And also thought her bones were there to stay
In that quiet, gloomy, subterranean room
When Thomas sadly visited her grave,
Tears in his eyes, to bid her soul farewell
They found no trace of Mother Mary, save
A sheaf of lilies freshly blooming still
The swords of Simeon's prophecy together numbered seven
And Mary will forevermore as queen reign over heaven
Amen!
Luky Whittle
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