PSALM FOR THE MOTHER OF GOD
Sleeved and skirted in sun, informed with Spirit,
invade the moments of our history,
Mary with all your terrible bright battalions.
You are less cadence than sinew of our songs,
girl whose smiles run down our joys, O woman
whose fiat blames our sleep of sorrow, Mary,
loop our feet retreating with your glances -
ropes of lilacs stouter than any chain!
Virgin of perspective, focus us
fast on your Son, and catch our straying glances,
little foxes*, in your trap of hands -
less cadence be than sinew of our songs.
Mother M Francis PCC
Spirit. 1963-64. Used with permission
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* Song of Songs 11:15
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