OUR LADY OF LITERATURE

OUR LADY OF LITERATURE

Sweet Lady, teach me, let me learn the art

you knew in Bethlehem

when many words you kept within your heart,

and pondered over them.

My songs are faint, my stress and rhythm wrong,

and hesitant the chord;

one song you sang your whole life long,

and magnified the Lord.

My words like metal in the rugged ore

in darkness are confined

one shining Word beneath your heart you bore,

and gave to all mankind.

Those seven words you heard beneath the Cross

were traced in epic pain,

before you faced the tragedy of loss

that meant your children’s gain.

Sweet Mother, teach me; let me learn the art

you knew on Calvary;

the broken Word you pressed against your heart

was love and poetry.

Sister M Marguerite RSM

Messenger of the Sacred Heart.  February 1941