January 29: Old Poems, "Simeon's Promise," Vote

I have been revisiting some old poems, ones that I don't even remember that much.  It's a strange experience, reading a poem that seems like it was written by a stranger.

Saint Marty thinks this one holds up.

Simeon's Promise

by:  Martin Achatz

The Virgin saw the face of God
Daily, took it in her hands,
Saw Eden's requiem in His eyes.
For 33 years, she hoarded the mysteries
Of Him in her breast,
Like black pearls.
When He died, she rubbed her fingers
Raw on those dark stones, felt
The bite of His birth,
The salt of His scourging.
Did she pray on those dim gems
For the day when she would see
His face again, unfolding
Like a lightning storm,
A bright gout of love,
In the oyster of her heart?

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