Abiding

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the Mary in me

bows to the Mary in you

giving birth to God

 

you think only she

alone in the world chosen

worthy so are you

 

dark and holy night

unknowing breathing waiting

mystery becomes

 

 

the Joseph in me

bows to the Joseph in you

accepting God’s son

 

humble carpenter

he won’t inherit your tools

no one prepared you

 

raise him anyway

the Mystery in real life

reaching for your hand

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Good Rest

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Good rest! And as you settle in,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember that the light within
Still glimmers through this day,
That you might, with a gentle pow’r,
All suff’ring cause to sway.
 
With sparkles of divinity
Each blessed soul is born.
The image of Eternity
Marks every blessed form.
And all who come to honor this
Will banish human scorn.
 
And so, with ev’ry breath you take
To Spirit you give voice.
Be mindful that it’s love you make;
It is a holy choice.
With ecstacy your birthright,
In every day rejoice!
 
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy!
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.