The Feast Of The Assumption
No cloud to draw her heavenward,
No angels choiring welcoming cries.
Just he, who with her faced the
cross,
Sits praying as she dies.
From when her mission first began,
And she had magnified His name
Her every word had shown the world
The love she sought to frame.
She enters in these hallowed halls,
No doubt, to trumpet blast and
song.
Yet surely, handmaid of the Lord,
You’d sooner join the throng.
To sit not on a crustal throne
To wear no diadem of gold.
Instead, to praise, as others do,
Your Son, the Shepherd, from His
fold.
Photography is by Monika Marszalek and is of a statue of Our Lady at Plymouth Cathedral surrounded by flowers at the annual Flores De Mayo festival, a traditional festival that originates in the Phillapines and is organised by Merlyn McGuire. The event is on its 12th year of being celebrated here in Devon and Cornwall.