Little Magnificat

If today were not Trinity Sunday, it would be the feast of the Visitation when our Lady sang her Magnificat to her cousin Elizabeth.  Come to think of it, she was also the first to experience in her life the most intimate workings of each of the Divine Persons upon her own little human person.  Here is a poem inspired by this mystery:

Little Magnificat

The God who is great above all things,

Gazed and was magnified in me.

My spirit breathes his exaltation

As each and every generation

Calls me wholly blessed.

For he who is mighty,

(And oh, how holy!)

Has done for me

the greatest thing:

He made my maiden lowliness

His lovely nest

For lowly rest.