Advent to Candlemas (Vol. 3)


Something about her beauty was unreal,
Something about her poise was so refined;
Something about her patience when the door was slammed,
Something about her person was divine.

See how the waves of pain give way to peace,
See how she finds the place most warm and dry;
See how she draws her husband to the child,
See how she rocks the baby when he cries.

Mother, at ease with shepherds and with kings,
Mother, whose heart is filled with joyful pain;
Mother, who sits beside her son in paradise,
Mother, who prays, and never prays in vain.