Category: Marian Poetry

O Holy Mary, Heaven’s Queen,
     Receiving your Son’s grace
Your human nature shows Christ’s sheen;
     We see Him through your face.

In hypostasis you are we,
     Our union with God’s Son–
Two natures in One Person be:
     Divine from Three-in-One.

Without confusion there we see
     Your human, God’s divine
Communication property:
     Our water and His wine.

We eat His Body, drink His Blood,
     Ingest humanity,
And through His human He then floods
     Us with divinity.

Through you, we’re each the Lord’s handmaid
     Become immaculate;
Made holy, all our sin will fade–
     Like you know glory’s weight.

That glory’s weight’s shaped like a Cross;
     With you we’re at His feet,
And with you we’re at Pentecost–
     Through Spirit, Jesus meet.

With you, through fruit of your blessed womb,
     All earth to Heaven raised.
Through Him, New Eden born from tomb–
     New Eve and Adam praised!

MEMORIAL OF THE QUEENSHIP OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY
AUGUST 22nd

We ponder Your eternal gift
Of Son within a stable laid
To all of us to heaven lift–
A gift through Mary, faithful maid.

We come to Him by her word, “Yes,”
Receive Your Spirit to her gave,
As we our sins to You confess;
You bury them in Your Son’s grave.

And then on Easter we believe,
Yet not through sight of our own eyes,
But through the faith of one conceived
Your Son–in her crushed Satan’s lies.

On Pentecost in Upper Room,
In faithfulness with her we wait.
Her presence there dispels our gloom
And opens for us heaven’s gate.

Then with a mighty rush of wind
Your Spirit enters, forms Your own;
Through Mary’s heart to You we bend
As in her womb new seeds are sown.

We all become her children now;
She is the Mother of us all.
Forever to You we all bow;
We, through her Son, You Father call.

To heaven with You she’s assumed–
Awaits us all to join her there
Where each of us is born anew,
And Jesus in our hearts we bear.

A mother’s light through Francis comes—
     A light for us named Clare;
Her radiance down through time becomes
     A loving mother’s care.

For many in her light are bathed
     In Mary’s color blue,
As Mary’s spirit ’round her wreathes
     A love that’s ever new.

Her daughters circle all the earth
     To Jesus bring to all,
And her Poor Clares all know their worth
     When through her Jesus calls.

For Jesus calls with Mary’s voice
     To follow in Clare’s way;
He blesses each who makes the choice
     Through prayer to shine her rays. 

DEDICATED TO OUR GRANDDAUGHTER
CLARE OLIVIA PALASZ

His living water Jesus gives
To all who say, “Your will, not mine,”                       
With Mary—first from Him receives
The water transformed into wine.

His blessed Mother gives us birth
In Him who is her only Son,
And we discover sacred worth
Of all who have this life begun.

Created in His sovereign love,
He re-creates with our consent,
And living water from above
Brings Father’s mercy through veil rent.

In Him we now ourselves become
To give Him joy eternally.
In heaven our sin is undone,
And we at last will be set free. 

As living sacrifice to You,
     Our Mother gave herself.
The law of gift is born anew
     To show us human wealth–

A wealth in poverty is found
     In those with spirit’s poor
Who know their sin and death are bound
     This side of Eden’s door.

Another door is opened here
     In Mary’s Virgin womb,
Where faith casts out our death-caused fear
     That’s in Him raised from tomb–

A tomb made empty as He fills
     Our hearts with Mary’s love;
Her human nature He instills
     In us now ris’n above.

Her nature joins His, from her giv’n,
     The first of all us raised.
We’ll join them both in Eden’s heav’n:
     Our Savior, Mother praised!

Unknowing, Mary stands within that cloud
Foretold by Simeon so long ago
And ponders in her heart, that loves You so,
Your myst’ry in God’s providence He shrouds.

Her faith first shown to us at Nazareth
Marks her as one in line of Abraham
When she becomes Your Mother; God’s own Lamb
Now slain, our sinful hearts You take to death.

While our blessed Mother ponders once again
God’s ways which seem to her inscrutable,
Her faith is raised with You from crucible,
As veil of sin and death You for us rend.

In Mary’s cloud, Lord Jesus, give us faith
In You that we may know we share her fate.

To Joachim, Anne our homage due
For standing by your daughter true–
And Joseph, too, her earthly spouse,
With new-born Baby in their house.

We thank you both that you believed
Your daughter’s word that she conceived
With Holy Spirit her blessed Child,
For she with man had never laid.

We ask your prayers that all of us
Will learn with you to Mary trust
And, through her, trust her Son who’s come
To make of earth a heaven’s home.

Sts. Joachim, Anne, pray that our hearts
A stable be where Son imparts
His grace to us who now adore
Him and His mother evermore.

She was for us new Virgin Earth
From whom New Adam would be born,
And all in Him are not forlorn
But share in our Redeemer’s mirth.

As Adam from the earth first sprang,
Our Second Adam from her came.
From Virgin soil, then each became
A living man–God’s praises sang.

But Second Adam never fell,
So death on Him can have no claim;
And all in Him may reap the same,
As we now sing sin’s own death knell–

For raised with Him, God’s glory reigns:
New Heaven and New Earth arise;
His rainbow paints the morning skies.
What Adam lost, Christ has regained!

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.

Come, Father, through Jerusalem
     Love me in Mary’s arms,
For Mary has your bride become
     In her Jerusalem’s charm.

You loved your city Zion fair:
     That city now is found
In Mary, Mother, in Your care;
She is earth’s holy ground.

So pure and fertile is her heart;
     She mothers your own Son.
Through her a perfect mother’s art
     Comes from your Three-In-One.

Then her blessed Son from their shared Tree
     Gave her to faith-filled John.
Now Mother of your Church is she
     And Mother of each one.

Through her your Holy Spirit breathes
     To every sin-lost child,
That each lost child may now receive
     Your Spirit’s mercy mild.

Then take us all to Mary’s lap
     With Son where angels sing,
As new life flows from their Trees sap,
     Borne home on angel’s wings.