April 28, 2017

My Journey to God

Magdalen’s Sonnet

What blackness sways before my teary eyes?
What madness do I taste in my own grief?
Why was the heav’nly time a day so brief?
How quick I fell from mirth to wailing sighs.
Thou not the one who bid me “Daughter Rise?”
From seven spirit’s claws gave me relief?
For once my heart beat love and true belief,
The whip and men and tree made thy demise.

While walking, thinking pain could grow
no more,
I stumble as I gasp and see the tomb.
Its rocky op’ning gapes and mocks my woe.
Who took thy body, stole thy hands so poor?
But from despair the voice that took my
doom
Speaks “Mary,” Master with his scars aglow.

By Larisa Tuttle
 

(Larisa Tuttle is a 15-year-old member of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel Parish in Carmel, Ind., in the Diocese of Lafayette.) †

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