OUR LADY OF ART
All
these of paintings we have loved – The
Head
of the Virgin
where mindfulness of Him
is
light translucent on her face; the rim
unflawed
that Botticelli wrought to wed
Madonna of the Angels
to the bread
of
earth and sorrowing; and Raphael’s whim
that
caught Madonna of the Chair, nor dim,
nor
old is love in colour harvested.
From
field, and throne, at crib, and cross is blent
the
dream we dream of her; in oil, and chalk,
in
fresco and in water complement
but
though through these our love appears to walk,
this
ours to master, make to timeless art –
Our
Lady, living, lovely in the heart.
Sister Maura SSND
Where once the wild Arbutus grew. 1945
Used with permission
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