Sunday, October 18, 2009

Weekend Edition

A vast number of us in Blog Land are mothers.  We often share the good, the bad and sometimes the down right ugly side of mothering.  A number of years ago (almost 40, now...), I read this poem in a book titled "America's Best Loved Poety."  I donated the book to the library I manage and it was stolen... go figure?  It is a prison library after all.  Fortunately, with the internet, all one has to do is a query and lo and behold - the item is found.  The wonders of technology.

by Agnes Lee

Mary, the Christ long slain, passed silently,
Following the children joyously astir
Under the cedrus and the olive tree,
Pausing to let their laughter float to her-
Each voice an echo of a voice more dear,
She saw a little Christ in every face.

Then came another woman gliding near
To watch the tender life which filled the place.
And Mary sought the woman's hand, and spoke:
"I know thee not, yet know thy memory tossed
With all a thousand dreams their eyes evoke
Who bring to thee a child beloved and lost.

"I, too, have rocked my Little One.
And He was fair!
Oh, fairer than the fairest sun,
And, like its rays through amber spun,
His sun-bright hair.
Still I can see it shine and shine."
"Even so," the woman said, "was mine."

"His ways were ever darling ways" -
And Mary smiled -
"So soft, so clinging! Glad relays
Of love were all His precious days.
My little Child!
My vanished star! My music fled!"
"Even so was mine," the woman said.

And Mary whispered: "Tell me, thou,
Of thine." And she:
"Oh, mine was rosy as a bough
Blooming with roses, sent, somehow,
To bloom for me!
His balmy fingers left a thrill
Deep in my breast that warms me still."

Then she gazed down some wilder, darker hour,
And said - when Mary questioned, knowing not:
"Who art thou, mother of so sweet a flower?" -
"I am the mother of Iscariot."


  1. A thought I have never the Mother of Judas must have felt the pain. I am in a thoughtful mood today....this sends me deeper in thoughts I haven't explored.

  2. I have often thought of Mary's pain but have never given much thought to Judas's mother....and you know even though he betrayed I will bet his mother, while hating the deed still loved her son, as all mother's do.....wonderful thought provoking post....:-) Hugs


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