Five Short Meditations on the Virgin Mary
Daniel Abdul Hayy Moore
1
The Virgin Mary sat on a rock that was not wholly rock
in a world that was not wholly world
in a light that was Light direct
in the echo of a Command that came from God direct
whose womb was now to house a halo more than she could
possibly long for
and which made her fear
and caused her angel messenger to comfort her
as he stood at the door and mentioned how
God had designated her the hallowed hall for His pure breath to enter
to make a child with no seed but Himself
to show mankind His holy fatherhood over all
within the physical
but without physical union
The Virgin Mary sat on a rock that was not wholly rock
in a world that was not wholly world
in a light that was Light direct
in the echo of a Command that came from God direct
whose womb was now to house a halo more than she could
possibly long for
and which made her fear
and caused her angel messenger to comfort her
as he stood at the door and mentioned how
God had designated her the hallowed hall for His pure breath to enter
to make a child with no seed but Himself
to show mankind His holy fatherhood over all
within the physical
but without physical union
2
The pen is hardly lifted
The penalty for birth is death
But he who would be born without coitus
would slide out of death without its mortal coil
Would be taken up to God without entering death’s womb
as he had entered Mary’s womb without birth’s usual folderol
She clutched a tree to steady herself
and dates fell to the ground around her
And he spoke to her from herself
to steady her
Rings of tumult sang around her
The Garden’s tree was now there to strengthen her
her nearing it part of God’s ordained structure
to redeem Adam and Eve’s descent to earth
by new prophecy through standing under
the virgin birth-tree’s sacred agency
Adam of no visible parents
Eve of no mother but father Adam’s rib-side
being both mother and father
now terrestrialized again in Mary’s husbandless pregnancy
though all of us are actually children
of much more than our mere mother’s earthly sympathy
3
I saw Mary board a bus at Broad and State
her head covered and her face radiant
small and held within herself
careful and preoccupied
a heaven seeming to be wrapped around her
her cheeks red her lips dry her eyes lowered
interior moisture her preferred cloister
the bus passengers sudden ghosts before her
her shoes small and tattered
her hands carrying a book
If any had spoken to her she might have become lost
If she had spoken to anyone
they might have become saved
4
None can be “Mother of God” but God
nor Creator of us but God Himself
Jesus begat in light sat in light and was transformed into light
beyond light’s shapes of dark and light
his salutation from where he is continues to excite us
just as Mary’s humility brings us home
to where impossible things are true
and true things impossible or possible by our own lights
to submit as purely to God’s sheer command of: Be!
more than enough to be
in Being’s age-long mystery
5
In Ephasis is Artemis
with multitudes of breasts
and legend says where Mary went
and where she died and rests
Teets our forms are fed from
virgin light that salves our souls
the two eternal females
through whom our life unrolls
The Virgin ever virginal
in modesty extreme
and Artemis whose many breasts
supply an endless stream
One statue standing among rocks
the other in her cave
whose house of stone is all alone
within the Light we crave
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Daniel Abdul Hayy Moore
1
The Virgin Mary sat on a rock that was not wholly rock
in a world that was not wholly world
in a light that was Light direct
in the echo of a Command that came from God direct
whose womb was now to house a halo more than she could
possibly long for
and which made her fear
and caused her angel messenger to comfort her
as he stood at the door and mentioned how
God had designated her the hallowed hall for His pure breath to enter
to make a child with no seed but Himself
to show mankind His holy fatherhood over all
within the physical
but without physical union
The Virgin Mary sat on a rock that was not wholly rock
in a world that was not wholly world
in a light that was Light direct
in the echo of a Command that came from God direct
whose womb was now to house a halo more than she could
possibly long for
and which made her fear
and caused her angel messenger to comfort her
as he stood at the door and mentioned how
God had designated her the hallowed hall for His pure breath to enter
to make a child with no seed but Himself
to show mankind His holy fatherhood over all
within the physical
but without physical union
2
The pen is hardly lifted
The penalty for birth is death
But he who would be born without coitus
would slide out of death without its mortal coil
Would be taken up to God without entering death’s womb
as he had entered Mary’s womb without birth’s usual folderol
She clutched a tree to steady herself
and dates fell to the ground around her
And he spoke to her from herself
to steady her
Rings of tumult sang around her
The Garden’s tree was now there to strengthen her
her nearing it part of God’s ordained structure
to redeem Adam and Eve’s descent to earth
by new prophecy through standing under
the virgin birth-tree’s sacred agency
Adam of no visible parents
Eve of no mother but father Adam’s rib-side
being both mother and father
now terrestrialized again in Mary’s husbandless pregnancy
though all of us are actually children
of much more than our mere mother’s earthly sympathy
3
I saw Mary board a bus at Broad and State
her head covered and her face radiant
small and held within herself
careful and preoccupied
a heaven seeming to be wrapped around her
her cheeks red her lips dry her eyes lowered
interior moisture her preferred cloister
the bus passengers sudden ghosts before her
her shoes small and tattered
her hands carrying a book
If any had spoken to her she might have become lost
If she had spoken to anyone
they might have become saved
4
None can be “Mother of God” but God
nor Creator of us but God Himself
Jesus begat in light sat in light and was transformed into light
beyond light’s shapes of dark and light
his salutation from where he is continues to excite us
just as Mary’s humility brings us home
to where impossible things are true
and true things impossible or possible by our own lights
to submit as purely to God’s sheer command of: Be!
more than enough to be
in Being’s age-long mystery
5
In Ephasis is Artemis
with multitudes of breasts
and legend says where Mary went
and where she died and rests
Teets our forms are fed from
virgin light that salves our souls
the two eternal females
through whom our life unrolls
The Virgin ever virginal
in modesty extreme
and Artemis whose many breasts
supply an endless stream
One statue standing among rocks
the other in her cave
whose house of stone is all alone
within the Light we crave
More details here