Category: Marian Poetry

𝗪𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗧𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗱—
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗔𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻
𝗧𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲
𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝗕𝗲𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻—𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻.

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗧𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹
𝗜𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗯, 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗘𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗹,
𝗧𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻.
𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻—
𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹.

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗧𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲
𝗕𝘆 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗻’𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲.
𝗔𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱,
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱.
𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗧𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗱𝗲𝘀.

𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘆’𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘃𝗲
𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻, 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲,
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝘂𝘀 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿-𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲—
𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 “𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲.”

𝗔𝘀 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗘𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝘄—
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲—
𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗯 𝗮 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗺 𝗛𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘄
𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲.

𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻’𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗶𝗺
𝗢𝗻 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝘃𝗮𝗿𝘆’𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻
𝗢𝗻 𝗕𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗛𝗶𝘀 ‘𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗺:
𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆𝗿𝘀’ 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝘀.

𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻𝘆;
𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗻 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝘃𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘂𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱—
𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝘅𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱.
𝗕𝘆 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗱;
𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗲’𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱.

𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲
𝗔𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗯,
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗻
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗯.

𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆’𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹—
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗘𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀—
𝗡𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁.

𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀,
“𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲,”
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘂𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗥𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗻 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱;
𝗪𝗲’𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲.

𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻’𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘁
𝗔𝘀 𝘄𝗲’𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲–
𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲’𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘁;
𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗲’𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗱.

𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗼𝗻,
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘄𝗻
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻’𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗽’𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲.

𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗶𝗺 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲
𝗔𝘀 𝗛𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻’𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗛𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀.

𝗪𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁;
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗶𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗛𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀
𝗔𝘀 𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀.

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲
𝗔𝘀 𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀
𝗜𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱;
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆’𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲
𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗝𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗵’𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀;
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲
𝗧𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀.

𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁;
𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻–
𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗝𝗲𝘀𝘂𝘀, 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆, 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱
𝗢𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗯𝘆 𝗝𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗵’𝘀 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲–
𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲
𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗝𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗵’𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀
𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲,
𝗔𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀;
𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻’𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆’𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗦𝗼𝗻’𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘃𝗲
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗱𝗲;
𝗧𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽 𝗝𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗵 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗱𝗲.

𝗦𝗼 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲,
𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀’ 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁–
𝗜𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝗼𝗻
𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱’𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻,
𝗔 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲;
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗺 𝗛𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗻𝘀
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲.

𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝘀 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲
𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵;
𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗲:
𝗢𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁.

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹;
𝗪𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆’𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲
𝗦𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺’𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹.

𝗢𝗵, 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆, 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 “𝘆𝗲𝘀” 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀
𝗧𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗛𝗶𝗺 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵—
𝗕𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗟𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗽
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵.

𝗠𝗮𝘆 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵
𝗧𝗼 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗲,
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁:
𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲.

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗪𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻, 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗘𝗱𝗲𝗻’𝘀 𝗘𝗮𝘀𝘁;
𝗜𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁’𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹
𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘁 𝗖𝗮𝗻𝗮’𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁
𝗦𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗘𝗱𝗲𝗻’𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻
𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗩𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻’𝘀 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻,
𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝗼’𝗲𝗿 𝗘𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘀:
𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗘𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝗶𝗻.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝘄,
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿
𝗧𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿
𝗔𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗜 𝗯𝗼𝘄.

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲,
𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗩𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗗𝗼𝘃𝗲,
𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗦𝗼𝗻’𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲.

𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗱
𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗘𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱.

𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲—
𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗚𝗼𝗱’𝘀 𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲,
𝗠𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲.

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗲
𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗯.
𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗲
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗛𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗱.

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱
𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗼𝗻’𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲,
𝗔𝘀 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗛𝗶𝗺 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱.

𝗪𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿𝘀
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲;
𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀:
𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀.

O Mary, I see present in my time
Your presence in my sisters in the Faith,
Unfocused there but none-the-less a sign—
Your advent brought to us by your Son’s grace—
For they respond but do not understand
Your mother’s heart that grows within their breasts
And think they must compete with every man,
Not knowing you’re the goal of their heart’s quest.
O may they soon discover your pure heart
In them and lead all men to your heart greet,
That all may take your humble handmaid’s part
And in our hearts the heart of Jesus meet.
O Mary, may your daughters—sisters all—
Learn now that all may you their Mother call.