Monday, October 7, 2019

MAY



MAY

If this were not your month, my Mother, child
and Church would be your witness that the stars
are virginal as water; earth is aisled
with prophecy, and night with filial rays
of bright apocalyptic stars.  But May
is more: May is the child-created land
where every wilted, homely daisy spray
is for a Queen; May is the gold command
of new encyclical[ 1] on not-new truth.
May is the sound of Introit-jubilee. [2]
The unfulfilled fulfilled canon of youth;
is sleep at last; is joy in transiency

May hints eternity through blossom screen;
Mary is our folded hands in yours, dear Queen.

Sister Maura SSND
America.  1954
Used with permission



[1] The name given to a letter which contains a papal pronouncement.
[2] Introit: the entrance antiphon intoned before a priest celebrates the Eucharist.

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