Mary,the Christ long slain,passed silently,
Following the children joyous astir
Under the cedrus and the olive tree,
Pausing to let their laughter float to her—-
Each voice an echo of a voice more dear,
She saw a little Christ in every face.
Then came another woman gliding near
To watch the tender life which filled the place.
And Mary sought the woman's hand and spoke:
" I know thee not, yet know thy memory tossed
With all a thousand dreams their eyes evoke
Who bring to thee a child beloved and lost.
" I ,too, have rocked my Little One.
And He was fair !
Oh, fairer than the fairest sun
And , like its rays through amber spun,
His sun-bright hair.
Still I can see it shine and shine."
Even so, the woman said, "was mine."
" His ways were ever darling ways"-
And Mary smiled -
So soft, so clinging ! Glad relays
Of love were all His precious days.
My Little Child !
My vanished star ! My music fled ! "
" Even so was mine," the woman said.
And Mary whispered : Tell me, thou
Of thine." And she :
" Oh, mine was rosy as a bough
Blooming with roses, sent, somehow,
To bloom for me !
His balmy fingers left a thrill
Deep in my breast that warms me still. "
Then she gazed down some wilder,darker hour,
And said -when Mary questioned, not knowing :
Who art thou, mother of so sweet a flower?"—-
" I am the mother of Iscariot."
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Imagine a mother having to meet the parent whose child her son killed or raped, etc. Not long ago, one of my co-workers experienced the unspeakable: her daugher was murdered. The boyfriend had known the daughter since 3rd grade; they started dating in the first year of high school; both graduated and began working at the same job. Both families were friends. That moment, when the boyfriend decided to pull the trigger--he shot her, then himself. No one saw it coming. There were no indications that he ever would have killed anyone. Now, the families are left to deal with the aftermath. This poem makes me wonder if the boyfriend's mother could be considered the "Iscariot". Sad.
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This is so awsome! I love spiritual poems! Well that was good so write more!
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I loved this one so much, It reminds me of when I was in Sunday School. I loved how Mary was so devoted to her son, untill she lost him to the cross. She was his mother to the bitter end.Saddie23
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this is one of my all time favorite poems. It makes you take a second to think of the families of those who seem to have the seeds of evil implanted in them.They also were somebody child ...the light of a mama's eyes.Sometimes we don't stop to think of the other side of things when bad things happen.not only is the victims family hurt by whatever so is the evildoers family.Just love the message that this poem has. Jacki D
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