Saturday, June 27, 2020

CANDLEMAS



CANDLEMAS[1]

Brief, blissful memory : the winter world,
the pangful journey through Judean cold,
and far-off Bethlehem, a radiant blur
of Orient gold, and frankincense, and myrrh,
now is the dream come true : In exquisite rest,
His cheek a loving flame against her breast,
nestles the Babe, as Mary’s love-winged feet
draw to Jerusalem.  O gracious, sweet!
Hastening with infinite burden through the snow,
gladden the path my hesitant feet shall go
under the windswept heaven and mutable skies;
light to my way the taper of your eyes
while in joy-tremulous accents you whisper me
                                                                     Bittersweet word of Simeon’s prophecy,
Swift through the dusk, and prescient gloom shall start,
Tremble to flame the candle of my  heart.
                                                                  
                                                        Sister M Thérèse SDS
                                   Now there is Beauty.  MacMillan.  1940
                 Used with permission




[1] The Feast of the Purification of Mary (and Christ’s Presentation in the Temple).

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