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marnanelToday is the feast of Mary the mother of Jesus. (At least, yesterday was, but yesterday was a Sunday; so some of us observe it today.)
I don't think this is the best thing I've ever written, and critics have said it's not painful enough. But it's the best I have for today, so you can read it anyway.
Her soul proclaimed the greatness of the Lord
who dwelt within her belly, and her mind.
The light shines on, the humble are restored,
and food and mercy given to mankind.
That day she saw the everlasting light
she memorised, and treasured up inside,
investing for the fading of her sight
the hope that living light had never died;
till hope itself within her arms lay dying,
a frozen journey, ready to embark,
and nothing more is left for her but trying
to comprehend the greatness of the dark;
yet somewhere shines the light in spite of that,
and silently she sobbed magnificat.
I don't think this is the best thing I've ever written, and critics have said it's not painful enough. But it's the best I have for today, so you can read it anyway.
Her soul proclaimed the greatness of the Lord
who dwelt within her belly, and her mind.
The light shines on, the humble are restored,
and food and mercy given to mankind.
That day she saw the everlasting light
she memorised, and treasured up inside,
investing for the fading of her sight
the hope that living light had never died;
till hope itself within her arms lay dying,
a frozen journey, ready to embark,
and nothing more is left for her but trying
to comprehend the greatness of the dark;
yet somewhere shines the light in spite of that,
and silently she sobbed magnificat.
