
"Young Mary"
I know not all of that which I contain.
I'm small; I'm young; I fear the pain.
All is surprise: I am to be a mother.
That Holy Thing within me and no other
is Heaven's King whose lovely Love will reign.
My pain, his gaining my eternal gain
my fragile body holds Creation's Light;
its smallness shelters God's unbounded might.
The angel came and gave, did not explain.
I know not all of that which I contain.
May we too be God-bearers this season even if we like Mary know not all we contain.
1 comment:
oh, I like that poem. It will be exciting to hear what God gives Renee.
oh, and pizza!!
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