See in the sky
The Family of the King pass by:
There clouds reflect
Also the donkey’s grey aspect.
Close to her heart
She holds One from whom all things start,
This Mother who
Flees into Egypt after you.
The land of sin,
With monstrous idols dwelling in
The soul, awakes
And at the donkey’s footfall quakes.
All those huge stone
Things shudder, those works of evil done
That self might have
Its own way to a colossal grave.
This Jewish child
In her arms sees nothingness piled
Sky high, and cries,
God cries, and the sad look leaves your eyes.
Simply He wills,
Because she asks, to end your ills:
The slow return
Begins, your heart having much to learn.
All, then, is due
To her unwarranted love for you,
Seeing her Son
Dead in vain unless your sins undone.
She has no fear
Of city or sand, being so near
To God, and brings
You home while the donkey bell rings.