On Mary looking at her Child

We see her Mary, eyes alone for Him

in her arms, her baby, very flesh,

hers: the Very God. How hard to turn

from this mystery! She must stay thus

and more and more


We too adore from afar the little One,

the great God here soft, snuffling

breathing: the breath of God.

Aware we are of the Mother rapt and

so totally other, and of us,


But should she sudden, turn

captured by our outstretched longing

Our clutching the hem of her garment,

and thus invite us in. We should

be heavens away in Love’s


Sr Mary Stephen Astley osb. Minster Abbey

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