POEM FOR MARY


POEM FOR MARY

Today is Saint Bridget’s Day

Snowdrops are blooming

Bowing their white heads to everyone

Daffodils are waving their yellow petals

The light is beginning to win

 

This is the first

The first of the first

The beginning of the new

In a  field of optimism

Of new hope

And we begin again

and again

and again and again

 

Mary

You are our  St Vincent of the poor

With your joy of giving

You have given us

Your hope

Your joy

That is always and forever

You.

 

 

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