Phillip Medhurst

A Pilgrimage to Truth

Category: Catholic

The Virginal Conception

 

Mary, maid and mother – both –

Conceives divinity.

(Fire, we’re told, does not consume

Her pure virginity).

 

You who tread on holy ground

Put on simplicity.

If He is to be born, God needs

All your complicity.

 

Annunciation

 

As swift as eye-of-reason’s blink

Consent, in waiting, parted lips.

As quick as pulse could leap to beat

Of wing, her cry let fly to air

Where word met Word. Thunder unrolled –

Salvation’s sentence in pursuit

Of spirit’s lightning dart to soul

Pre-hushed. Her heart, inviolate still,

Now known, knew all. So All the valley

Filled, and pure Love’s river swelled,

Then brimmed to shed its tide on time.

 

 

On Mary’s Assumption

 

Our Lady’s body suffered not decay,

Exempt from the determined consequence

Of carnal lust and fell concupiscence,

The penalty which Adam’s kind all pay.

Do I then rave if I speak of a Day

When an archangel’s shout will call me thence,

Embodied soul, to get my recompense

For what I said, did, did not do, or say;

Or speculate that I will then be changed

Into a wholesome, holy entity

In which the atoms have been re-arranged

By my Redeemer, who I then shall see

In this my flesh? I am, perhaps, deranged

While hope defies impossibility.