For You
Blessed Babe! My issue and my first fruit! For your good pleasure, I heaven would loot, And adorn you with jewels of Holy brand; Eve’s stiletto, upon which make your stand, And smite that subtle serpent’s smile wide; Lydian garment purple, if betide A woeful man offends your royalty; I’ll swift even of Magdalene Mary Her faithfulness—risen Christ first met her— For not flesh but a spiritual better; And from the Mother Mary her boldness, Using which she gave everything, no less, For you to use likewise, to walk with Him forth; My final find for you: Christ’s crown of thorn; Reflect upon that, your spiritual form. This all, this all, does my deep love for you. On your behalf I God’s wrath would take, ‘tis true.