When He was gone, and christ Mass came to Mary, Touching Judean hills with that strange light, Did she see star and gift and kneeling shepherd, Or did Golgotha pierce her shrinking sight? Could she enshroud the past in future glory, Forget her loss and all He suffered, too? Or did she walk in loneliness and longing As grieving earthly mothers always do? He was her child, and she -- she was His mother; With her I share a common, bitter loss: Oh, teach me, Mary, Mother of Our Saviour, To see this night a star and not a cross! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SILENCE SINGS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE EPITAPH ON HIMSELF by MATTHEW PRIOR THE HAWAIIAN FLIGHT SQUADRON by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: PROGRESS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON LEEZIE LINDSAY by ROBERT BURNS THE LITTLE MOTHERS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: TUESDAY by JOHN BYROM |