Monday, October 7, 2019

THE VIRGIN MOTHER




THE VIRGIN MOTHER

This is the Virgin Mother.  How young she is.
Only as old as prophecy: seven swords ...
and the Child for the rise and fall of many; [1] as
young as the joy of mothering God.  No words

On her lips, but the eyes lowered to the Child in her arms,
And children to the last generation of all.  The veil
And hair blown back by desert simoom, the storms
Of heat and sand swirling past the Nile.

But everything is tranquil in this carven face,
This woman’s poise, these cradling hands that hold
Redemption like a Little One.  Peace
Is the triumph of faith.  If the virginal veil is belled

To the winds, the heart is undisturbed.  And I,
Kneeling, read this braille – wood, and know why.

Sister Maura SSND
Spiritual Life.  1959.  Used with permission




[1] Luke II:34

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