THE QUIETING OF MARY WITH THE RESURRECTED ONE (R.M.Rilke)
What they felt then: is it not
Above all the mysteries the sweetest
and yet still earthly:
when he, pale from the grave,
his burdens laid down, went to her:
risen in all places.
Oh first to her. How they
inexpressively began to heal.
Yes, to heal: that simple. They felt no need
to touch each other strongly.
He placed his hand, which next
would be eternal, for scarcely
a second on her womanly shoulder.
And they began
quietly as trees in spring
in infinite simultaneity
their season
of ultimate communing.
(More honorable than the Cherubim,
and beyond compare more glorious than the Seraphim,
Thee who without corruption
gavest birth to God the Word,
the very THEOTOKOS;
Thee do we magnify!)
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