Ballade of the Blessed Mother | Poem

Mary and Eve by Nikki Lee

Before Mary there lived Eve,
And through God's Almighty power,
Eternal grace she did receive
So long as she did not devour
The fruit the snake said would allow her
To be as goddess if she'd but eat.
But Satan's lie did not empower.
Her trust in God was incomplete.

Thus Mary Immaculate, Redemptive Eve,
Did God with graces shower.
For by The Spirit she would conceive
In the humble virgin's bower.
From the Lord's request she did not cower;
The handmaid's heart didst lack conceit.
Prepared to bear ev'ry scourge and scour,
Her trust in God would be complete.

At Cana's Wedding Feast Mary did believe
Jesus could with wondrous wine endow her.
But Eve's sin would of her Son bereave.
Although had not yet come His hour,
The Woman exercised her own willpower:
"Do as He tells you," she did entreat
Of the servants at the wedding shower.
Her trust in God had been complete.

Envoi

Much like the Old and purple hyssop flower,
Mary's fiat tasted bittersweet.
Yet with perfect faith was she a vower
For her trust in God was always complete.


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