“BEHOLD, WE GO UP –“
We who companion Christ brave death
with Him
and seal upon our souls His tragic
story;
as Mary pondered on no golden dream,
but a clear vision, tinged with blood
and glory.
Yet in Gethsemane we fall asleep
but a stone’s throw from where His
blood is sweat,
or seek the fires of an outer court
and all our vaunted loyalties forget.
O Mary, sure of sight and strong of
soul,
lend us thy constancy in seeing far.
Fulfil of sorrowing our mystic seven;
redeem our holocaust and make it whole
lest the night find us, clutching some
cold star,
slain in the very vestibule of heaven.
Sister
M Michael SSJ
Spirit. September 1949
Used
with permission
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