WOMANKIND TO MARY

WOMANKIND TO MARY

Until you come –

I was a sea-plane pounding through the waves

where unity between us was a chain

of coral polyp.  I staggered, broke and sank,

when force stayed me upon subjection’s main

for never can a toy match brawn and strength

of the white horses on the ocean lane.

Now that you came –

the chain is closer linked, and thus I soar

a native altitude in my demesne.

my flight is swift and accurate.  Although

the current dare constrain my natural pitch

and friction pull me from the stars, I fight

that “might makes right” may never rule again.

In this space age –

my craft holds super-charges; and it bears

a pitch-propeller, gadgets of a brain,

and sealed-in cabin – means to the stratosphere.

With these I may attain an apogee

as any satellite now launched at Cape

Canaveral, and my tomorrow trod the moon.

Sister M Honora OSF

Spiritual life.  1969