Born of she, that Spotless Rose,
Born to the poor in the filth, in the mud:
The Torah, Logos, the incarnate Good.
Gaudete! A child eternally Spoken,
Cradled by the Teenage Queen,
The Word of Love for all to hope in,
"This is for you: My Body, broken."
Gaudete! Gaudete! Praise the Mystery,
Father, Son and Breath of Life;
The sacred koan: the One is Three,
In the beginning, right now, forever to be.
Jw
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