Sonnet to Mary

Mary mild, still turning in the light,
more fairer, kinder, warmer than the sun:
I call your name to sweeten bitter night:
I wish I had the courage of your Son.
The devils make me tremble, make me weep:
their ways have led me far from what is right.
They charm my blackened soul before I sleep
and teach me in my dreams to hate and fight.
O fill me with your love, your gentle touch
and stir my eyes to open to the light:
I never thought I’d miss you quite so much
or need your sweet forgiveness on this night.
Now bless my weaker heart for beating still
and keep your light still shining in my will.


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