New Joys Grown

Our Lady of
Most Tender Love,
we cannot comprehend
Your Grace.
Nor can we sing
Your praise enough,
Bearer of Godde's 
Feminine Face.

Mother Most Wise,
Mother Most Strong ,
open our eyes
to Hope's Clear Light.
Soft Morning Skies,
True Gate of Dawn,
Beckon us through
the darkest night. 

Queen of All Hearts,
Your roses bloom 
for All Earth's Children
are Your Own!
Your Healing Springs 
soothe grief and gloom;
nourish soul's soil
for New Joys grown. 

~Cheryl Anne Maris
a little song for the Feast of Our Lady of Lourdes