Reflecting upon Michelangelo's Pieta
Revolutionary words,
Valiant tasks,
And the highest of aspirations
Having been brought to an end,
She looks with compassion
upon his lifeless
form.
He is enfolded and finds rest
Within the fully human and never-dying
Mother of all.
There is room in her flowing earthly garments
To enfold every missed step,
every high calling,
every
miscalculation.
Each pointless task
Together with all fruitful endeavors
Are gathered into her bountiful lap.
In stillness and silence
Her fully human and never-dying love
Brings redemption to the son.
As all shall know
When the clamoring and shouting have ended,
All things are brought with compassion
To the bosom of the
Earthly and
Never-dying
Mother of all.
by Charles Kinnaird
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