Category: Marian Poetry

In Mary, see beginning and our end—
Conception pure and bodily assumed.
Salvation reaches back where we first bloomed
To Garden where in Adam, Eve, begins
All human life—with Satan did contend–
And promise made through Eve that we weren’t doomed,
But saving grace would come through that blessed womb
In Mary, whose own Son saves Eve with Him.
Yes, Mary has become our looking glass
To Alpha and Omega clearly see,
For Eve and Adam once again made pure
As Jesus’ nature through her reaches past      
To draw into His end all there will be
With Him; through her, salvation now made sure. 

His Spirit hovers over Anna’s womb,
Brings Him who-is-to-come made present now–
Will pass through stable, Cross, and empty tomb
And is the One before whom angels bow. 

The Father breathes the Spirit with His Son
Who sacrificed Himself for all of us
To make the nature He Himself has won
And will in His divinity place trust.

This nature of a maiden here conceived
Will be the Mother of our Savior–comes
As Baby in her womb whom she receives
So He may one of us through her become. 

Immaculate without sin she is born;
With human nature she her Son adorns. 

We see a road sign up ahead,
     A sign for which we’ve longed,
To show where hay will be His bed
     In world where He belongs.

He comes to show He is the Way
     In this world we’re to live;
His Body, Blood, have come to stay:
     To us Himself He gives.

Leads road we’re on to Bethlehem
     Where Baby will be born,
Whose Body, Blood, is free from sin;
     No longer we’re forlorn.

From Mother, human nature comes
     To Baby in hay rests,
‘Cause He has one of us become
     And human nature bless.

One day that hay will altar be
     Where Body, Blood, will lie,
And we can always His face see–
     The One who for us dies.

Yet, He is raised beyond His grave,
     Forever born anew,
For Baby laid in hay will save,
     Will make each of us new. 

WITH MARY

With you, dear Mary, we begin this year,
Hearts open like your womb to your Son greet,
As Gabriel says to us to have no fear,
For in each heart we will our Savior meet.
May we with you and Joseph journey make
To Bethlehem to learn humility,
And on that journey God’s first promise take
That from our sins your Son will set us free.
Although the world will close its doors that night,
Your open door will be in stable laid,
While we and world await God’s bright starlight
To shine for all who have this journey made.
Dear Mary, may our hearts with you respond;
In Advent journey with you we will bond.

THE MEMORIAL OF ST. CECILIA
VIRGIN AND MARTYR

Cecilia sings for us her melody
By heaven sent through her from up above,
And we receive her words on bended knee
As she proclaims God’s truth wrapped in Christ’s love.

We sing with St. Cecilia and pray twice
As to God’s Trinity His praise we sing
To cleanse our hearts of every human vice
And in the vaults of heaven our songs ring.

Then heaven’s angels join with their own songs
The choir that St. Cecilia leads for us on earth,
And we know with the angels we belong
As music lifts creation in new birth.

For on this earth we can hear heaven’s sounds
As St. Cecilia leads and grace abounds. 

In Presentation, gown of white is worn
By Mary who without sin was conceived,
For to her, Christ, our Savior, will be born,
And from her sinless nature He’ll receive.

With tears of joy Saints Anne and Joachim praise
The Father who through Son made Mary pure,
For she is first from sin by Jesus raised,
And with her “yes” salvation is secured.

We see in Presentation she’s the one
To first show Jesus is life, truth, and way,
And with her our salvation is begun
As with her, “Be it done to me,” we say.

Her Presentation gown for us is white
To show for all of us her Son is light. 

Cast over me your mantle blue;
It’s your protection now I need.
Those other blankets proved untrue;
From their false hope my heart now bleeds

Then over me a wispy veil
Falls gently on the Spirit’s breeze
And lifts me from my man-made jail
Of evils, vices I had seized.

Within the veil a Mother’s arms
Enfold me in a loving lap;
At last my heart feels no alarm
As I surrender to my nap.

And when I wake I feel released;
Within my heart a spirit free;
The war within has finally ceased,
And I’ve become true human me.

Oh thank you, Mary, for your yes
That welcomed Father’s only Son;
Through you the Spirit has us blessed
To make us children in the One.

Your lilies now are in full bloom
As each of us becomes your child–
Earth’s fields no long cloaked in gloom;
All bask in sunshine of your smile.

A new creation Mary has become
In Anna’s womb, to human memory heal
Of mother’s fall in sin–to death succumb
When gate of Paradise to us was sealed.

Our memory of that Garden rises new,
And long we for our life that now is past,
With wish we could first mother’s choice undo
And live again in life that everlasts.

But serpent cannot break the promise made
By Father to our fallen mother’s seed:
That head of one cast down will one day lay
Beneath the heel of Him who for us bleeds.

The blood He sheds is human through her gift
Of nature—hers united with God’s Son;
Forever in her, we with Son, God lifts
To heaven once again and past undone.

Our memories now redeemed by Him who heals—
Unlocks the gate to Paradise once sealed.