OUR
LADY OF SOLACE
“Let
me but hear thy voice
sweet
as thy face is fair.”
(Gradual)
Your radiance is a
secret
which I can only
guess,
having never known
your smile
but only your
caress
sweet beyond all
telling,
O Queen of
tenderness.
In the star-deep
darkness
when I grope for
you
swift your arms
enfold me
lest, perchance,
the true
vision of your
beauty
blind my eyes
anew.
Sister M Philip CSC
The
Tidings. September 1956
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