Canticle

Canticle

Her softness, belies sure strength.
Her quiet speech, simple wisdom.
Lauded through all ages hence,
Her poor estate, His kingdom.

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And Mary said:

“My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord;
my spirit rejoices in God my saviour.

For he has looked upon his handmaid’s lowliness; behold, from now on will all ages call me blessed.”

~ Luke 1:46-48

Refuge

Refuge

An ocean within, drifting,
The hour racing, late,
Until Mary at last, finding,
A refuge, a home, a bed.

~ D.F.

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Photo:
This flower reminds me of a trophoblast, an early embryo, which drifts in the womb before finally implanting.

Two Hearts

Two Hearts

The moment, unattended,
A miracle within the womb.
And where her heart had laboured alone,
Another now finds in her, a home.

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“1n Behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall name him Jesus.”
~ Luke 1:31