THE VISITATION

THE VISITATION

Mary hastened over the hills

and never a word spoke she;

but the flowers knew, and they curtsied low

to the Mother of God, to be.

Mary stepped softly through the town

guarding her gladdened eyes;

but the palm trees nodded knowingly,

and the wind hummed lullabies.

Mary tapped gently at the door

and spoke in a low, sweet voice.

but when she entered, an unborn babe

knew her and leaped to rejoice.[1]

Sister M Liguori OP

Torch.  June-July 1952

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[1] Luke I:44