Joy In Visitation

The joy that mothers to each other bring
Is like the joy that Jesus, raised from dead,
To Father gives as loud hosannas ring,
For heaven knows we are by Body fed–
First lives for us in Mary’s Virgin womb,
‘Twill die and rise and then descend again
To altar where new life for us will bloom–
Died first on Tree with our own mortal sin
To rise with us. He first in Mary lived,
Whose human nature is Immaculate
From Son, who to His Mother first will give
And then receive, as human race awaits
The joy that these two mothers both reveal:
A joy that John and Jesus also feel.