THE MAID OF NAZARETH
A little Maid of Nazareth
in sweet delight caressed
a downy, bright-eyed fledgling
fallen from its nest.
In answer to its frightened cry,
like the flurry of breeze
anxious twittering songsters
fluttered from the trees.
The same sweet Maid of Nazareth
gently to her pressed
the little truant Son of God
soft-breathing there, at rest.
In swift and eager answer
to His first waking sigh
a myriad of angels
swept from the sky.
Sister M Genoveva CSC
In: Robert. 1946
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