Wow! This one is deeper than I can fathom. It clearly refers to Evelyn’s love for her lost sister Rose, has lines quite similar to “The Rose Song”. But then she converts/equates/compares that love to Mary’s for Christ, mixes her own love for Rose into her personal devotion to Christ. I find myself lost in the depths of Evelyn’s mystery, even as I awed by her oneness with Christ.
yesterday
a pink
birthsong
in a pink
rose
leaned on the gray
autumn
on the green
glazed stem
on the tall
rose tree.
last flower
only flower
lonely on the
long limp tree.
mine
(not mine?)
mine
beloved
heart held
eye won
mine.
another mary
fed its earth
spilled its rain
groomed it
(not knowing)
for Mary’s Son.
today
she lies
where His rose
is not;
lies where
His heart
is.
Evelyn Coffey
My reading, merely mine...
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