The fragrance of her innocence, young and free of care,
Rafting through the tranquil hills, this maiden, lovely, fair.
Finest of His crafting, oh that all, this vision share,
Virgin, brightest, purest, by grace, Our Lord to bear.
“Hail, full of grace, the Lord is with you.”
~ Luke 1:28
Tears in silence flowing, in nakedness, her soul,
The hour of fulfilling, a mother’s joy, yet woe.
For now His heart is heeding, a call beyond her own,
The pangs of birth renewing, sweet sorrow borne alone.
So lowly, the child with special needs,
His young days often dark, so bleak,
But faith keeping, the Mother most meek,
Whose own Son did die, yet rose from his sleep.
Solemnity of the Blessed Virgin Mary, The Mother of God
New Year’s Day
January 1, 2014
See also “The Rainbow Tree” (http://danfrugalberg.com/2013/11/14/the-rainbow-tree/).
Rejoice, those now in foreign land,
In holy exile, blessed by His hand,
Our foes now fled, He bids us, “Come back”,
In white of snow, trace the Lord’s footsteps.
Feast of the Holy Family of Jesus, Mary and Joseph
December 29, 2013
The Flight to Egypt:
“… behold, the angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and said, “Rise, take the child and his mother, flee to Egypt, and stay there until I tell you. Herod is going to search for the child to destroy him.”
~ Matthew 2:13
In darkness, the miracle crafting,
Exit from the womb, now searching,
Pain searing, room ever crowding,
Ready now, behold, the birthing.
Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe,
Patroness of the Unborn
From the heavens, where angels attend,
Glory and praise forsaking, I descend,
The poor, disheartened, now lay claim,
For in winter cold, they sought my Name.
Lest salvation should fall apart,
Man condemned to the devil’s part,
God calls forth two Purple Hearts,
By spotless sacrifice, His grace imparts.
1st Sunday of Advent
Her softness, belies sure strength.
Her quiet speech, simple wisdom.
Lauded through all ages hence,
Her poor estate, His kingdom.
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
Distant now, the angel’s greeting,
Eight months had passed, waiting,
Then from winter’s still, arising!
God within her, gently stretching.
Nov 28, 2013
A restful heart,
Her love, deeply felt,
With playful kicks,
His love, gently dealt.