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  • Writer's pictureDr. Anthony Lilles

Mother of Hidden Light

She remembered,

Shrouded in Faith's Night, shocked silence:

That nail splintered wood,

Those fastened hands

Dripping in pulses of Love Divine

And human heart, stretch in final

Blessing, the Word's

Wordless cry echoed

Obedient between fingers holding

Her heart even as He gives all away,

The Word's wordless agony pierced even deeper:

Oh anti-thesis of all that was promised!

She suffered that blessing, but

She stood firm. Until

Later this new steadfastness

Filled Peter and John,

Whose secret she shared as they

Witnessed to burial cloth and head coverings set

Apart in a tomb robbed of death, and

In shared memories of this emptiness

She prayed. Until

Wind moved tongues of fire, shrouded

In faith's night, splintered tongues told truth

to bind in love a still frail fellowship

born of spiritual maternity

And in hidden light,

found hope.

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