Saturday, September 14, 2019

CAUSE OF OUR JOY



CAUSE OF OUR JOY

O Mother of fair love, it was not alone
Christ whom you mothered on the first Christmas night,
not alone the Orient, the splendour that outshone
daylight and suns and all created light.
It was not only this new dearness, kissed and held
in love and lullabies among the straw,
warmed by the breath of oxen that still smelled
of clover and sweet fields.  But in deep awe
there crept in with the shepherd and his sheep
and bowed down with the Oriental king
your other children who will always keep
the joy of your mysterious mothering,
Cause of our joy, heaven’s gate, at once our mother,
on that first Christmas night, through Christ, our Brother.


Sister Maris Stella CSJ
Frost for St Brigid and other poems.  1949. New York: Sheed & Ward
Used with permission


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