MORNING STAR

MORNING STAR

Little Temple maiden,

in your robe of blue,

playing ‘mid the lilies –

none is fair as you.

Sanctuary doves wheel

close with wings of white;

you will wear a halo

some day far more bright,

you will be our mother,

you will be our queen;

wear a golden crown and

robes of starry sheen.

None of this shall change your

spotless heart and true –

lovely little Morning Star,

you will still be you.

Sister Maryanna OP

In: Robert.  1946