A Sonnet for the Resting of the Holy Virgin Mary

Thou Resteth, I Write

Originally published February 6, 2013. Here is a sonnet I wrote in honor of Asterio le-Maryam (a Marian orthodox holy day remembering her dormition/rest/falling asleep, during a time dedicating the revelation of Christ around Christmas and Theophany/Epiphany). Through the flesh of a woman, the word was made flesh. Respect is due to her, for being selected by God.

Thou Resteth, I Write

Verily, it is Mary who makes me merry,
Portal of the Anointed One for everyone,
Mother of God, so in thy praise do not tarry,
Beautifully bearing the light that outshines the Sun.

O! Thanks be to thee, Sanctuary of the Son,
We admire thee, O! Sturdy staff of Aaron,
Christ is the rock, thou art the floor of religion,
Without veneration, our lives would be barren.

Thou art the gilded container of healing stew,
Often referred to as "the garden of delight",
Thine acceptance of the spirit let us renew,
Lives that wallowed in sin's mud, saved by divine might.

There is right and there is wrong, we are more than dust,
Holy Virgin Mary, may thou please, pray for us!