Sunday, June 30, 2019

QUEEN OF THE WORLD



QUEEN OF THE WORLD
Lady, your hard throne lurches
on our careening lives.
                            What sovereign sits              
so perilous on exaltation, Mary,
as yours, borne on your children’s gaucherie?

Summon to homage all the painted fans
of eyelashes, impel the exhibited knees
down to obeisant dust before your slender
security of love, queen!

“Queen!” a husky-throated
world will sing on faltering pitch forever
because you dare to speed our sweating highways,
ride our air pockets, swim our brine of tears.

Filigree lady, you outwear the leather
of disillusion.  You unsnarl despair
to hope’s bright skein.  No perilous exaltation
is yours who sit in state our blundering.

Mother M Francis PCC
Friar. January 1969. Used with permission


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