Conversing with the LORD,

his face beaming radiance,

from that moment on ... Moses

wore a veil, hiding genuineness,

"a ministry of condemnation,"

glory in a cloud; until this veil

was taken, pulled away by Christ,

to fullness in a  holy presence

streaming light into the human. 2 Corinthians 3:7-18

Rejoice, Miryam! 

You hug the joy of God.

Yahweh has come to you ...

You are happy, rejoicing with all women,

 and joyful is God's fruit within your womb.

"But we all, with unveiled face,

shining as in a mirror the glory

of the LORD, are being transformed

into His same image,  from glory to glory." 2 Cor 3:18

 "Behold, I tell you a mystery:

we shall all be changed ..." 1 Corinthians 15:50

Rejoice, Miryam! 

You hug the joy of God.

Yahweh has come to you ...

You are happy, rejoicing with all women,

 and joyful is God's fruit within your womb.

We were made in an image, and a likeness

becoming like Him, in sacred theosis.

And who, in all her holiness, shone

with the brightness of grace ... alone?

Her Son revealed this mystery

transfiguring on Tabor--theophany--

a hint of glory, the light of life,

robes white and glistening,

faces brilliant, and hearts listening.

Rejoice, Miryam! 

You hug the joy of God.

Yahweh has come to you ...

You are happy, rejoicing with all women,

 and joyful is God's fruit within your womb.

Her tomb was empty, and angels sang,

as Christ arrived to take her home.

Some doubters shrieked with mighty pain

jostling and pushing her simple bier,

then touched with faith as healing came,

like flashes of light in muscle and bone,

believers knew that she was gone,

the first, like us, to final resurrection.

Rejoice, Miryam! 

You hug the joy of God.

Yahweh has come to you ...

You are happy, rejoicing with all women,

 and joyful is God's fruit within your womb.

How comforting, that ancient midnight

vision at Blachernae, when she came into sight.

His mother appearing, in lightening flash,

and thunder and mysterious light.

She bent with tears on the bema step,

then rose and opening her darkened veil,

gathered all beneath its fold:

a strange tale Andrew the Fool had told.

He saw motherly care upon her breast,

and all of us beneath--a safety bastion,

this holy mother of protection.

She came from the Heaven beyond,

to seal the gift of Christ, a bond.

Rejoice, Miryam! 

You hug the joy of God.

Yahweh has come to you ...

You are happy, rejoicing with all women,

 and joyful is God's fruit within your womb.
 
 

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