Embodiment of light and love
of hope and life – now dead
Soft sunlight streams down from above
Formsleeping a halo around her head.
The pale pure oval of her face
bends down in quiet grief
stretched across her lap in shadows deep
her son lies in a dream like
enfolded in her arm of grace
Oh pure sweet face of grief
and calm resignation
one hand turned down upwards
the fingers gently curved
in tender supplication.
Oh stark reality of death
Before the final transformation
Translucent beauty of her face
Beholden to this holy place.
M. Isebeel