The child who was received
In her arms
Slipped into her heart‭ ‬—
Easily,‭ ‬naturally,‭ ‬gracefully and deep‭ ‬—

Arms hold for a while‭;
The heart holds forever‭;

As the vestibule defers‭
To the sanctuary,
A cenacle where heaven and earth‭
Meet in a momentous merger
To illustrate the
Purity of love

And furnish all the hope
An anxious world now craves‭;

Rising from that secret shrine
Whose sovereign name is mother.