Laetare Sunday

Laetare Sunday

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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Mothering Sunday celebrations became part of the liturgical calendar as Laetare Sunday, the fourth Sunday in Lent to honour the Virgin Mary and the "mother church!

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Laetare Sunday


In purple robes
She gathers up a hidden grace
No thoughts of self
Exudes her glory to those she loves
 
In silent determination
Through times of tribulation
The comfort of her presence
Soothes each aching heart
 
The golden rose
O motherhood of humanity
You alone are favoured
And blessed amongst us all
 
Phillozofee @ 2009

© 2017 Phill Oz O'fee


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I wonder, should we not love all around us, even our enemy? Does your Church not say so?

..BTW, what is your opinion on all the scandal in Churches, mostly Catholic Church but also Lutheran at least in Germany..? I MISS YOUR COMMENT ON MY PIECE NO 1 hope all you have been good. People missed you here.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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I wonder, should we not love all around us, even our enemy? Does your Church not say so?

..BTW, what is your opinion on all the scandal in Churches, mostly Catholic Church but also Lutheran at least in Germany..? I MISS YOUR COMMENT ON MY PIECE NO 1 hope all you have been good. People missed you here.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A very beautiful sentiment. Good flow. Nicely done...

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'm not familiar with the observance, but the poem is lovely . . . glad to have you back among us

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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