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Poem: “Mary of the Morn”

Mary
of the
Morn

Through the Gate O’Morn
He came
In a stable born

Where St. Joseph
Held her hand
Both so tired and worn.

Patient donkey
Just outside
Munching on some corn

Saw the love
St. Joseph had
To Mary he was sworn.

Saw St. Joseph’s
Furrowed brow
Knowing future scorn

Saw St. Joseph
In the now
Fighting ‘gainst forlorn.

Then the donkey
Heard with joy
The herald of a horn

Angel Gabriel
Announcing wide
History’s curtain torn!

Then St. Joseph
Walking by
Some fleecy, sheep some shorn

Behind this wife,
He’d reach new life
Through Mary of the Morn.

Hilary Flanery


Hilary McRee Flanery studied Theatre Arts in college at Webster University in St. Louis Missouri, USA. She has been in numerous theatre productions over the last 20 years but her real claims to fame have been "Opening Nights" in leading roles on delivery tables throughout the US Midwest where she has performed and produced ten children.


"Raising a large family and writing means that I set up strict priorities. I start each day with a prayer that has been in my family since God was a boy - 'Come Holy Ghost...give me the faith of your Saints, the courage of your martyrs, and the money and success of your athiests.'"

Hilary and her husband, Randy, have been hapily married for 30 years and are certifiably insane. They know this to be a fact since Randy is a Clinical Psychologist.

The Flanerys reside in St. Louis, Missouri with their 10 children, termites and a large bottle of wine. She blogs at www.hilaryflanery.blogspot.com.