A LUTE FOR OUR LADY
Lady,
because at unvoiced plea of thine,
Cana’s
insipid water blushed to wine,[1]
I
dare with faith to ask:
make
of my heart’s entangled strings a lute
that
I in midst of beauty be not mute;
be
this thy queenly task.
Pluck
thou or hard or soft each sin-taught string;
under
thy touch this hollow heart shall ring
with
Mary – minstrelsy,
blending
each thought, each hope, each deep desire
into
a wholly Christocentric choir.
Sister Maryanna, OP
Spirit.
1945
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