December 12th, 2012 by Magdalena Tabor
She bathes her baby In starlight,
Wrapped in the blue of her dress.
And prays like an angel that she might
Be the mother Whom Heaven has blessed.
Mary, come gather the berries,
The red for the dye of His cloak.
That when He’s a man He may ferry
The spirit of Heavenly Hope.
For to touch the hem of His garment,
The red that the berries have stained,
Will rid the world of its torment
And all that is Hope shall remain.
Mary, come gather the moonlight
That rests like a crown on your brow.
Scatter the stars so that it might
Lead a path to the Hope we have now.
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3 Responses to “Hope”

  1. Michael Tabor Says:

    When I was a Christian, this was what I believed Jesus to be like – all – loving, benevolent, forgiving, tolerant, etc. I suppose I still believe this to be true, it’s the old testament that I don’t like.

  2. Mike Says:

    How can you not call yourself a Christian if you still believe whats in the new testament is true? Your confusing yourself Mike!

  3. Rick Says:

    How my name became Mike I dont know

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