“BEHOLD, WE GO UP –"

“BEHOLD, WE GO UP –“

We who companion Christ brave death with Him

and seal upon our souls His tragic story;

as Mary pondered on no golden dream,

but a clear vision, tinged with blood and glory.

Yet in Gethsemane we fall asleep

but a stone’s throw from where His blood is sweat,

or seek the fires of an outer court

and all our vaunted loyalties forget.

O Mary, sure of sight and strong of soul,

lend us thy constancy in seeing far.

Fulfil of sorrowing our mystic seven;

redeem our holocaust and make it whole

lest the night find us, clutching some cold star,

slain in the very vestibule of heaven.

Sister M Michael SSJ

Spirit.  September 1949

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