Thursday, December 11, 2008

Advent 12

Young Mary by Madeleine L'Engle

I know not all of that which I contain.
I'm small; I'm young; I fear the pain.
All is surprise; I am to be a mother.
That Holy Thing within me and no other
is Heaven's King whose lovely Love will reign.
My pain, his gaining my eternal gain.
My fragile body holds Creation's Light;
its smallness shelters God's unbounded might.
The angel came and gave, did not explain.
I know not all of that which I contain.

3 comments:

annie said...

"i know not all of that which i contain". what beautiful words for mary, and now for all of us. i will let the memory of these words stay in my mind as encouragement in the hour of need. because i, too, "know not all of that which i contain". thanks...

Songbird said...

Thanks, C, I've really appreciated these posts.

Jan said...

Thank you.