And why is this granted
me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? Luke 1:43
I tell you, God is able
from these stones to raise up children to Abraham. Matthew 3:9
You
come to me, all worn and tired from the road
And
see in me a place where you may take some rest.
I
wish I had a voice to tell you, “Turn away!”
This
is no place for you to come who are so blest.
I’m
formed of jagged stones.
My
surfaces are cold,
Unwelcoming
and hard –
I’ve
been so long alone.
But
you advance, your lamp shines on my shameful self
And
mercilessly turns away the dark outside.
The
light you hold, the light you bear – I know not which
Peels
off the shadows under which I’ve liked to hide.
A
disappointed glance
Is
what I hoped to see
But
peace is in your eyes
And
joy make lamp-light dance.
I
wonder now what you see here to make you smile.
Has
something come and washed away all my disgrace?
But
all is just as e’er it was within my frame –
Save
now it’s lit by Mary’s gentle, radiant face.
Oh,
virgin, mother, queen,
Please
stay within my walls!
Oppressive
was the dark
Before
your light was seen.
I’m
still a humble cave.
I’m
not a cozy home.
But
with you there is one
Who
came for me to save.
I
trust you both to make me bright,
To
make me clean and new!
And
may I radiate your love
And
draw all hearts to you.
Amen.
-Sr.Agnes Therese Davis,TOR
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