Redeemed all those whose hearts his love might move.
Rejoiced in what we were created of.
Shining with dark passion on the whole.
Riches might provide or pain remove.
Rushing past the certitudes that stay.
More enduring than a reason why.
So may for many years we choose love still.
They gave each of us a number
All of my family were there
Our neighbors and our friends
All were crammed together
We walked until we stumbled
Then crawled into cold rough wagons
Elbow to elbow we traveled for miles
But at least we were together
Yeah we are going inside now
Just follow those in front and hurry
Hold onto your brother’s hand
We don’t want to be separated
Screams of pain and putrid smells
We merge on towards the unknown
Crowd crushing us before and behind
Nowhere else to go but together
Together we are going in
To the fire, to the heat
Of Auschwitz we will go
Silently as one people.
By Iris Deurmyer
Mary of Christmas
I know not how, dear Lady love,
To offer you my praise,
I cannot fashion as I wish
The words that I world raise.
You stand afar, celestial Queen,
The stars are in your crown,
They spangle at each gesture’s path
And dust upon your gown.
Perhaps I might recall the night
You knelt beside the crib,
The night when doors and casements shut
And left a mountain’s rib,
Alone, exposed, to hoard you close
Beside the new-born Child
And seek in Joseph’s kindly eyes
For something worldly-mild.
To counteract such mundane chill
I hereby set my heart,
Dim mirror of an Infant’s warmth,
Its flaming but a part,
A small, sad part of Endless Love
That came on Christmas day
To show a mother wonder-bright
To guide us on our way.
The Gift of God
There was seen a radiance
Glowing one night
Near the little maiden Mary
In blue and white.
Lilies are not fairer,
Roses more red,
Than the Child she sings to slumber,
An angel said.
So the shepherds ventured
Through the white cold,
And their eyes beheld the Infant,
An hour old.
Long they gazed and wondered,
Awkward in awe,
At the paramount perfection
Within their straw.
Diamonds are but trifles!
Rubies no gem!
Cried the hearts that slaved for pittance
Near Bethlehem.
So it was forever,
After the night
When the little maiden Mary
Wore blue and white.
The Christmas Silence
Here in the cloister they who seek discover
A wandered fragment of the Christmas silence
That hid itself from the disquieted earth:
The silence of the Virgin bending over
The little Uncreated Innocence
Upon the bed of a most hidden birth,
The silence that was Joseph’s sacrament
Through years that were a threshold to this hour
And which was seed and stem to the white flower
That blossomed on his rod,
The speechlessness of the unlettered shepherds
Who stood amazed before the Lamb of God.
The angels sang at Christmas, but their music
Was like a stillness to the inner ear,
And soft as petals from a shaken bough.
They who go walking in the Christmas silence
Through any season of the changing year
Come to a Man with peace upon his brow
And see the Mother and the Infant near.
This house, as once the Saint of Alcantara
Said of Teresa’s, is the little hospice
Of Bethlehem.
Cloister or cave- its solitudes shall be
The dwelling of a human trinity
And they who enter learn a wordless language
And the Divine Untold addresses them.
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