June 2, 2012

“And whence is this to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?”

– Luke 1:43



How I look into your eyes where dusky shapes dance

like the moon’s face strewn with flowers,

golden, blue, pink and ivory white.

gathered a fountain around,

where love and agony meet?


Your palace within,

Stairwells that you traverse,

astride the black steed of death,

clutching to your breast,

the light of life.


O gaze so ancient! O heart sublime!


How do I stand before you, matronly shadow, matronly light,

encompassed by angels ,

a queen, carried aloft

upon the litter of pearled clouds

one hand pointing above, feet fixed below?


O arms so comely! O royalty so impassioned!


How do I speak unto that singular woman,

blessed throughout generations,

wiped clean by God’s florid brushstroke,

a field of scarlet and snow,

within whom love and agony rest?


Wrapped up in gauzy, sacred lace,

stunned, senseless, yet raptured from all fear,

I dare not echo the angel’s hail.

No, childlike, my voice cries, small and abrupt:

“My Lady, stay…and do not leave me.”


“Maria” by Rachel M. Gohlman


2 Responses to “Sacred”

  1. lamehousewife said

    That is beautiful…It gave me God bumps…wow!

  2. […] Sacred a beautiful poem by hno3burns […]

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