LEGEND OF WINTER SPRING
King
Winter held his icey sway
o’er
barren ground and leafless tree
when
once Our Lady on a day
walked
swiftly through a snowy lea.
The
Christ Child in her arms was chilled
He
shivered as the winds blew strong,
till
Mary’s heart with pity filled;
she
longed for Summer’s warmth and song.
Beneath
a tree she paused to rest.
its
ugly twigs were black and bare.
She
held Him close, the Virgin blessed,
the
while she breathed a silent prayer:
“Oh
winter wind, blow not so cold;
Oh snowy plain, chill not my Son.
Pale
sun, send down your rays of gold
to
warm my Babe, the Holy One.”
Oh
wondrous change, Oh magic thing!
The
snow recedes beneath her feet;
within
the tree gay robins sing
amid
the clustered blossoms sweet!
As
flowers bloom and butterflies
in
this charmed space flit through the air
the
Christ Child views with glad surprise
the
winter spring of Mary’s prayer.
Sister Maryanna OP
Mary Immaculate. 1946
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