APRIL SERENADE
Lavender
dusk of Nazareth
lit
by a single star,
vespering
birds in the twilight hushed
by
shepherd-horns afar.
Blue
gown catching the fading light,
a
maiden walks apart
hearing
within the Word-made-flesh,
her
secret within her heart.
Nobody
knows; yet the birds wheel close
with
joy the winds are fleet
hyacinths
curl like incense smoke
beneath
her sandalled feet.
Sister Maryanna, OP
In: Robert. 1946.
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