The Lesson Mary Taught

When of the mysteries of life, I ask a cause,
As will a seeker reasoning for truth,
I find those born of love,
Invoke a pause in reverence of faith,
More strong, perhaps,
Than any purely conscious act of will.

And I see Mary, she who bore our Lord,
And who, when errand from our Lord
By Angel came,
Reached deep within her heart
To find the words
Which spoke with sainthood’s grace,
Her soul’s refrain.



 
“Behold the handmaid of the Lord,”
She humbly said.
“Be it to me according to the word,”
And from those words,
Which spoke of selfless will,
The Song of God received
A mortal birth.
Which thing He would be called upon to still,
As through the pain which racked Gethsemane,
He said as she, “Behold I do thy will.”

No mystery of life speaks more to me,
Than that which suffered God
To give His only Son in willing sacrifice
That I might live,
And I see Mary, Watching as He hung,
And doubt not, that she taught Him how to give.