THIS WAY WENT MARY
This way went Mary down from Nazareth
into the hearts of men: with simple grace
kissing the quick tears from a child's small face;
sweeping her cottage clean; each eager breath
lyric with joy; wearing love's shibboleth
bravely within her young heart's cloistered place,
knowing its subtle potency to trace
upon the spirit anguish deep as as death.
A woman's heart is pitiful and tender,
quickened with strength too beautiful to tell;
into lone place of your soul, a slender
white peace will creep - her peace, no wind can quell;
and you shall know her love's most delicate splendour -
when the last lark takes heaven's blue citadel
Sister M Thérèse SDS
Now there is Beauy. 1940
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