SAINT ANNE’S DAUGHTER
“Snow-bright Lady Girl, where have you been,
You look so troubled, so pale and so thin?
What has become of my daughter’s eyes,
So secret and beautiful now, and so wise?
“Moon-white Innocence, where have you flown?
Say you’ve not left me or I’ll be alone!
Say you’ve not left me or I’ll be alone!
Come to me, darling, and tell me your woe
And I’ll be your mother whatever I know.”
“Mother, my mother, oh, never!
I’m your White Innocence ever.
The Wind and the Flame and the Wings of a Dove
Have sought me and found me and filled me with Love.
“My eyes are the Morning Star, my lips the Rose,
My arms are a Garden where the lonely repose;
The bright Gates of Heaven have opened apart
And God is a Baby sleeping under my heart.”
Fr. Thomas Butler Feeney (brother of Fr. Leonard Feeney and supporter of his doctrinal Crusade), When the Wind Blows
