Mary, Mother

.

With your warm hands heal me

in your body know me

to your darkness draw me

at your breast hold me.

For I was homesick,

and you brought me home;

I was alone,

and now I am in touch;

my words were alien to me,

you speak my mother tongue.

.

“With Your Warm Hands”, Janet Morley (from “All Desires Known”)

“Mother of God of Tenderness”, written at Malling Abbey