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[1], 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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