Poetry

Mary, Our Mother

Mother most gentle, most kind and pure,
She who was chosen to bring Christ to us all;
Many still lived, more powerful and fun,
Yet the littlest and humblest would bear God’s son.

Spouse of God’s spirit, she was one with the Lord,
Blessed is the fruit of her womb- the son of God;
She became the channel of this Holy Incarnation,
Can’t we then through her, taste Him who is our cup and portion? Continue reading