Poem: “Mary of the Morn”


of the

Through the Gate O’Morn
He came
In a stable born

Where St. Joseph
Held her hand
Both so tired and worn.

Patient donkey
Just outside
Munching on some corn

Saw the love
St. Joseph had
To Mary he was sworn.

Saw St. Joseph’s
Furrowed brow
Knowing future scorn

Saw St. Joseph
In the now
Fighting ‘gainst forlorn.

Then the donkey
Heard with joy
The herald of a horn

Angel Gabriel
Announcing wide
History’s curtain torn!

Then St. Joseph
Walking by
Some fleecy, sheep some shorn

Behind this wife,
He’d reach new life
Through Mary of the Morn.

Hilary Flanery


About Author