The throbbings begin— The stretching, vague pain, Then panic and wonder are mixed Like gall and wine. I wait, with Mary, As eternity invades my heart And the two millennia between us Efface like the thinning tissues That frighten her young-girl body. She gasps,...
(acrostic poem) Christ, come softly: the uneven way Has been prepared. Though angels Rampant crowd the skies, each one In his own way praising Thee– Softly, Softly come. Through tribulation and joy, This night whispers hope. (In exultation, my heart's own voice...
