Wednesday 7 December

St Ambrose B.D.

Isaiah 40: 25-31, Ps. 103, Matthew 17: 28-30

Mother of the eagle

Mary,
The one you carry, carries me.
As on eagle’s wings he bears me
over the burdens of the day.
What appears as mountains shrink
to mole-mound height.
I know he reads my heart
I am precious in his sight.
Mary,
With your growing son,
I will run with greater strength;
help me hold his hand
and keep his pace.