The Cross A Womb

The Cross becomes as Mary’s womb;
     Both bear the Lord of life
Who’s resurrected from His tomb—
     Brings world His Mother’s light.

Her light illumines stable now
     O’erlaid upon His Cross.
Before them both we all here bow;
     No longer are we lost.

With Mary we will His Cross bear
     That He has borne for us,
And with Him we His grave clothes wear
     Wrapped ’round our human dust—

But Spirit’s breath through our dust blows,                                 
And with Him we are raised.
His life in us with Mary know
     As we our Father praise!