A Christmas Litany
By Grace Andreacchi - London, United Kingdom - 24 December 2012
I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go, until I
had brought him into my mother's house…
I buried you deep under snow
but gold leaf dripped from your dead mouth
calling me back again
Madonna of the glass tears
Madonna of the violets
Madonna of the white hands
and of the sheltering mantle
Madonna of loneliness
Madonna of perfect mercy
Madonna of tenderness
Madonna of infinite tenderness
Madonna of silence
Madonna of the dry tree
Pray for us
Madonna of the lamb
Pray for us
Madonna of the air
Pray for us
Madonna of the stars
and of small birds
Pray for us
Madonna of the shadows
Pray for us
Madonna of vanquished sorrow
Pray for us
Madonna of the secret room
and of the hidden garden
Pray for us
Madonna of the future
that broken glass with
our lips on it
Ich will dich lieben…
that broken glass with our
lips on it
drink deep