In honor of this day of joy, I share a poem I wrote years ago for another Marian feast…naming Mary by the Aramaic form of Mama, Imma.
O Imma
Living cup fashioned
in secret, purest clay,
filled, awash
in mercy’s tide:
from you sparkled
Light from Light,
your heart, opened wide
Cupped the Overflowing God,
the Deathless One who died
soaking night
in rainbows of Paradise.
Your love, O Grace-filled Cup
drenches earth
with sweet delight
for from your heart, womb
a dying world took flight
on wings of Dawn
rising East
to bathe us now
with splendored grace;
God-flesh, yours
made His own,
coursed with weeping joy:
a love-marred Face.
Pray for us,
teach us gently to pray
for you alone, O Imma,
knew Far so near,
swept His needful tear.
So now, ever whisper what
it is we are to say,
you who alone have said
to God,
God Himself:
Son, look,
this is how you pray.
WOW! Speechless…
(shared it on Facebook, I hope you don’t mind=)
Don’t mind at all — it gives me joy to know someone felt faith kindled in these words!