Saturday, June 27, 2020

GALILEAN MAY



GALILEAN MAY                                                                                  
                                                           
Into the hills of Galilee                                                                      
Our Lady went one day,                                                                       
lured by the wonder-woven bloom
dropped from the looms of May.                                                                        
                                                                                         
Slim lilies leaned to touch her gown,                                                     
curving through delicate air,
a fledgling thrush flew to her hand,
butterflies to her hair.

She told a secret to the winds
that brushed her garment hem –
the tear-wet, pitying winds that blew
up from Jerusalem.

And as she spoke a little Name,
whispering low and sweet,
a golden surf of buttercups
broke against her feet.

The winds and flowers of Galilee,
grown wistful of her face,
still wait her footfall at the May –
gentle and full of grace.

Sister M Thérèse
Give Joan a Sword.  1945
Used with permission



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