OUR LADY'S SONG

OUR LADY'S SONG

Our Lady made a lullaby

a long, long time ago,

when winter winds blew down the sky

and stars were hanging low.

And, as she sang, our little Lord

smiled up into her eyes

as though it were enough reward

for leaving Paradise.

Then suddenly the wind did sing

Our Lady's lovely lay,

and on its wild, enraptured wing

it bore her song away.

And so it comes through all the years

as clearly as of old - 

the song that dried God's human tears

at midnight in the cold.

Sister M Ada

America. 26 December 1942

From 'A Silence full of bells'