Mary’s Gethsemane
~ Debra Rienstra Keeping vigil with her infant, night creeping round to night, the wondrous birth-star blurred through half-closed lids, did she hear his cries rise to reproach: Woman, can you not watch one hour with me? And as she offered him sweet sacrament of herself, did his eager taking pound through raw tissue of obedience till she wept helpless, lonely tears, pierced to the heart with weariness: this tendered flesh too weak? |