Sunday, March 12, 2017

MARCH TWENTY-FIFTH


MARCH TWENTY-FIFTH*

How dear it was that Nazareth night,
your heart all trembling with delight
when all eternity stood still
and seraphs hung with bated thrill
to wait upon your will,
sweet Lady.

Your burning heart with rapture stirred
the Father's still unuttered Word,
the Spirit's outpoured fire became,
upon the accents of your Name,
an alabaster Flame,
sweet Lady.

Down, down that midnight's depthless sea,
mid paeans of soundless melody
eternity had come to rest
timed to the heart beats of your breast,
close to the Word made Flesh,
Sweet Lady.

Sister M Consolata VHM
Ave Maria. 23 March 1957

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*Feast of the Annunciation by the Archangel Gabriel to Mary that she would bear the Christ-Child

From'A Silence full of bells'

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