O, God, so splendid,
In grace and favor,
Singing to the Cosmos,
A song so powerful,
Yet demure,
A breath
And breeze of Spirit,
Yet, with soul possessed,
Magnifying in holy glance,
And favored grace,
To seed with her seed and fruition, Brethern of the One God Man.

She, who is constancy,
Of need and receptivity,
Yielded, in obedience,
To the steady abundance,
Of the One Eternal Life,
Fecund in her womb,
As she becomes the womb of all the Holy,
Laboring,
While at rest,
Overshadowed,
Upon His Breast.

A womb of generations of the Holy,
Therein, contained,
At liberty and
unrestrained,
Save by Thy Holy Will.
O, Mary intercede,

God, so splendid,
In grace and favor,
Sing to the Cosmos,
A song so powerful,
Yet demure,
A breath,
And breeze of Spirit pure.

© Joann Nelander