Category: Marian Poetry

O Lord, save us from garden we have grown
O’er run with weeds, a crop you have not sown,
But planted by our sin and Devil’s own
Temptation of our mother, all alone.
Please rescue her through crop of Second Eve
Sown in the soil of Nazareth by One
Who came to Mary, asked her own free leave
To mother be of Father’s only Son.
Through Vine that sprouts in Bethlehem, entwine
All people here choked by our weeds of sin,
And grow good fruit on branches of that Vine
So Eve may eat of your Life Tree again–
Then Mother Eve may sons and daughters claim
Through Cross and Mary in Your Holy Name.

The peace that comes from Mary’s “yes”
Is that for which our hearts all yearn–
The end of all our earthly quest
To feel the love within Him burns

For us, our sin to sear away,
And we like Mary all become
With hearts that never tell Him “nay,”
So in us He may make His home.

We thank you, Mary, for His peace
Brought into world by your consent;
The love of Father is released
By Spirit, brings His Son He sent

Who’s raised above as heaven’s King.
You join Him there, as heaven’s Queen,
Who rules on earth as angels sing:
Make true the peace for which we dream.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝
𝙏𝙤 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙨,
𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢.

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙮
𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙅𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙨’ 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙,
𝘼𝙨 𝙬𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙃𝙞𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙮
𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙.

𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙈𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙨
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮,
𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙅𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨
𝘼𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙮.

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙈𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙫𝙚
𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨,
𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚
𝘼𝙨 𝙬𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙃𝙞𝙢 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩.

To see the whole, we through a family look
As child with mother, father, mirror Him
Who’s Three-in-One with Son; from Mother took               
Our human nature in us had grown dim–

In her restored–Immaculate conceived
Is full of grace where Eden new abounds
In nature she from Him for us received
To give again to Him who gives her crown.

As Queen, bestows her favors on us all,
And she with Jesus, Joseph, family three
Join every family with those Three who call
To all who will through every family see

The Father, Son, and Spirit–live above
And raise us all to join their Triune love. 

The Woman in all prophecies gives birth
     To Him not from this earth
     Who comes to crush the head
Of him caused us to be among the dead,
Who tricked First Eve and us to mortal sin,
Whose own defeat gives us our hope again.

Our Second Eve’s an advocate, becomes
     For her cast from our home
     With husband, Adam, dies,
Participates with her in Satan’s lies
And wanders with us all in Eden’s East
From Tree of Life, denied intended feast.

Now second chance for all our human race
     From Mary, Full of Grace.
     In stable under Star
With Wise and Shepherds we come from afar
To Mother, Father, with God’s Son to see:
Through them we’re taken into Trinity. 

His still, small voice breaks silence of the night
In Bethlehem, while in His Mother’s arms,
And stars outside the stable give their light:
Show Joseph there, protects them from all harm.
His gentle sounds from crib belie His strength,
Rests in His Truth, for He’s the Way, the Life;
To save us He will go to any length,
Will cleanse our hearts, the origin of strife.
For in His peace we see the world anew—
An Eden glimpse of far side of the Fall—
Yet, not behind, but future through Him view
His promise: He will save us after all.
For in that still, small voice to us He gives
What we need most—His Word says, “I forgive!” 

In one unguarded moment, sound so faint
Strikes heart’s true ear—to Word of God once tuned—
As Mary’s lullaby for us God paints
With pictures in her song that makes us swoon.
There, stretched across the sky of our own minds,
We see a rainbow’s strings of Noah’s hues,
And dove flies back and forth on heaven’s wind
To strum a melody both old and new.
The fragrance of that song from Eden wafts
O’er gate and angel, bars from paradise
All us in Adam born, so we can laugh
With joy as we are carried home in Christ.
May Mary’s song be our new lullaby
While with her Son we in his manger lie.

NINTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS