An ancient world clamored for God,
opposed the Divine Hand of Life
given in a garden. Babylonian
power took possession of gods,
and city was cast down to nothing.
How tarnished is the gold,
how changed the noble metal:
How the sacred stones lie strewn
at every corner. Lamentations 4:1
Moses climbed Mt. Sinai,
standing in the tent of the sky,
listening to Yahweh.
The LORD called to him:
“You have found favor
in my sight, I know your name.” Exodus 33: 12
Vast canopy of Heaven
now on the rim of earth,
a Voice touching him
and yet the people looked
for power in gold.
Step by step, upward we crawl,
clinging to Mary, whose shawl
the womb of her being,
shelter’s God’s presence,
Mt. Sinai in essence,
bringing Heaven to earth
in our mystical birth.
The path is dark, our way is hard,
but we, too, call for Yahweh, Lord.
We rejoice, Mary, our mother of light
for Pascha comes; it comes in sight.
It rolls in to crush our gods,
a mountain of faith across the earth,
borne by a woman who gave Him birth.