SECRETS

SECRETS

In the days before Christ’s birth

when Our Lady walked this earth,

did the folk just let her pass

while the softly growing grass

burst in flower-stars, white and blue?

Did the neighbours let her go,

wondering why the trees bent low,

spilling petals where she’d tread

till her way was carpeted

soft and cool, in white and blue?

When the brisk wind bent the wheat,

robbed the grape of fragrance sweet,

did her kinsfolk wonder why

Mary would in rapture sigh,

stitching garments, small and blue?

Cradled in her virgin breast

lay Divinity at rest.

Wonder-eyed the neighbours saw

That her eyes were wells of awe –

but in heaven Gabriel knew.

Sister M Ladonna SND

In: Laube 1961