Mary speaks

O you who bear the pain of the whole earth, I bore you.
You, who, when your hem is touched, give power, I nourished you.
Who turns the day to night in this dark hour, light comes from you.
O you who hold the world in your embrace, I carried you.
Whose arm encircled the world with your grace, I once held you.
O you who laughed and ate and walked the shore, I played with you.
And I, who with all others, you died for, now I hold you.

May I be faithful to this final test:
In this last time I hold my child, my son,
His body close enfolded to my breast,
The holder held: the bearer borne.
Mourning to joy: darkness to morn.
Open, my arms: your work is done.
Madeleine L’Engle









The Almighty has done great things for me. Holy is His name. Luke 1:49