Category: Marian Poetry

In stable’s manger You were laid,
     A place where livestock feed–
Laid there by Mother, Virgin Maid,
     Whose Blood in You will bleed.

Her nature that she gives to You
     Will die upon a Cross,
And with her God’s Son will die too–
     In union their lives lost.

But when her Son is raised again—
     Still both in union One—
He leaves in grave our human sin:
     The Devil’s knot undone.

And then He comes as heaven’s food,
     On altar for us lies;
A manger comes from Holy Rood
     Where He for all time died.

His risen life now enters us
     In Body and His Blood:
His Mother’s gift calls forth our trust
     As grace within us floods. 

𝓘𝓷 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼
𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓵 𝓸𝓷 𝓙𝓮𝓼𝓾𝓼’ 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓴
𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭–
𝓢𝓮𝓮 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓫𝓸𝔀 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓝𝓸𝓪𝓱’𝓼 𝓐𝓻𝓴.

𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻’𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓾𝓼 𝔀𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭
𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓾𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮
𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓾𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓹
𝓣𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽’𝓼 𝓒𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓱 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵’𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮.

𝓦𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭
𝓐𝓼 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓭𝓪𝔂
𝓣𝓸 𝓼𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓝𝓮𝔀𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭–
𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓙𝓮𝓼𝓾𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓼𝓪𝔂.

𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵’𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓻,
𝓖𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓵𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓢𝓸𝓷,
𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓽’𝓻𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝓻,
𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓷.

In stable’s manger He was laid,
     A place where livestock feed–
Laid there by Mother, Virgin Maid,
     Whose Blood in Him will bleed.

Her nature that she gave to Him
     Will die upon a Cross,
And God’s Son will die too in shame–
     In union their lives lost,

But when her Son is raised again—
     Still both in union One—
He leaves in grave our human sin:
     The Devil’s knot undone.

And then He comes as heaven’s food,
     On altar for us lies;
A manger comes from Holy Rood
     Where He for all time died.

His risen life now enters us
     In Body and His Blood:
His Mother’s gift calls forth our trust
     As grace within us floods. 

With every moonrise Mary’s mantle cast
O’er darkness of the earth by Satan brought,
So we rejoice as Mother holds us fast
In midst of night–her light we long have sought.

Our Mother is reflection of her Son
Who brings His light through her to our dark night,
So in our suff’ring we can know He’s won,
Removed forever sin and Satan’s blight.

And when her Son brings dawn again to us,
We welcome light reflected in her heart;
With light from her we learned to her Son trust
As Mother’s love her faith in Him imparts.

Our Queen in moonrise gives her Son on earth
To all with her surrender to new birth. 

With bread and wine I offer You myself,
My joys as well as all my anguish, pain,
To be transformed, for in You all is gain
As Mary’s heart becomes my human wealth.
At altar, Mary’s heart’s my healing balm
As human nature–Yours from her–You give
To us in whom New Eve again here lives:
Through children sings she once again her psalm.
New Adam and New Eve new hearts beget
From Body of her womb on Cross made dead.
His Body, Blood to us their children fed
At table where at foot of Cross we met.
My one oblation to You is return
Of self:  Your children never shall be spurned.

Pray, Mary, Holy Spirit will come grow
Those virtues of your Son in me through you
To form my heart according to your mold,
Uniquely filled with His Baptismal dew.
His Blood and Water flow from spear-stabbed side
To fill the fount of your heart–overflows,
Fills my heart when in faith with you abide,
And Holy Spirit through your prayers then know.
Please form me, Mary, with your Mother’s hand,
By Spirit guided as you formed your Son,
While I with you at foot of Cross here stand,
Receive humility–my sin undone.
Blessed Mary, pray that I like John will be
And welcome you to welcome Christ in me.

Our Lady of Gethsemane,
     Who suffered with our Lord,
Surrender I my fears to thee
      Who bore God ‘s Holy Word.

New Adam’s new humanity
     United in your womb,
Made one with His divinity–
     New Eve shares Adam’s tomb.

In hidden years, so patiently
     You nurtured Him full well
And pondered in humility
     The Truth He died to tell.

Your words, “Be always done to me,”
     Now echo in my ears,
As in mind’s eye your Son I see
     Release His human fears.

His willingness to bear His tree
     Shows His heart’s with yours one;
Your faith shows you are both sin-free:
     Our Eden’s fall undone.

We celebrate today our Mother’s birth,   
The Mother of the First
     Of human race sin-free
Who gave His sinlessness to one to be
His Mother and our own with brother John:
Adopted now we all are through her Son.

Immaculate she was in womb conceived—
     By Spirit’s breath received
     Her nature from her Child
Who was in every sinful way reviled,
And yet surrendered to the Father’s will:
His human nature Anna’s womb did fill.

Blessed Mary’s “Yes” was shaped in her Son’s mold—
     The first in His sheepfold
     To hear His loving voice—
Made free from sin to make her human choice,
Whose name today with joy we celebrate!
For all of us she now in heaven waits.

His Blood is poured o’er all the earth
     And seeps in every crack;
New blossoms from the earth spring forth–
     Give us the truth we lack.

For Eden’s East is cloaked with weeds
     That suffocate our breath
And grow among us evil deeds
     That lead us all to death.

New Blossom springs from Mary’s heart
     Who for us all said “Yes,”
And through her Father’s Son imparts
     His answer to our quest.

For Blossom New we’ve always sought
     In tangle of sin’s growth,
And now at last our Mother caught
     The Seed of sacred worth.

She is the first to Blossom grow
     To pollinate our race
That we may truth of Jesus know
     And see through her His face.

Now His face shows in everyone
     Consumes His Body, Blood,
As His light in each face is shown
     Are blossoms from His Rood.

When time will end, all blossoms last
     As Eden’s East is raised–
Redeems Old Eden’s sinful past:
     We Mary’s Blossom praise. 

Our Mother Mary prays above
     And on the earth below,
Holds all in mother’s arms of love
    So all her Son will know–

Know He’s His Father’s only Son,
     Begotten ‘fore all time,
Was present at creation’s dawn;
     In her He wove His vine–

His vine is warp and woof of life,
     All branches are His own.
Our sin He prunes with cross’ knife
     To free who He has sown–

Has sown us all through Mary’s yes
     Foreseen in Mother Eve–
Becomes through Mary, welcomed guest,
     To Eve’s great grief relieved–

Saved in His Mother made the Queen
     of Eden, raised, made new.
At His right hand she with Him reigns:
     First fruit New Eden grew–

Grew her on earth to consort be
     Of Son who came below–
Queen Mother for eternity:
     Their love we all can know.