The Woman of One Face

The Woman of One Face

A woman of one face
Such a kind who can find?
Love spills forth from the Divine Word and heart
And binds together even the basest part.

No shadow, shade, though slim variation
O come! Let the light of your face shine on!
A ship whose sails salute,
A happy hand of help.

No change through the seasons of storm and drought
A cool draught to the weary
A sweet word to the wary
Her deeds submitted to the Saviour's will.

She is clothed with strength, covered by her Lord
Espying the days to come she laughs aloud
For while she watches, God is watching on.

I call her blessed, the woman pure and true
For she sits silent at my Saviour's feet
Quiet praises pour out from deep within
And praises redound from the lips of him.

Now, you know the ones I know
Who live with many faces
Who can know them?
They do no know themselves.
They are sold to pretence;
They know nothing
Their pictures, whether pious or venal
Show their hearts are Janus, vain and aimless.

"Many women do noble things,
But you surpass them all" -
I might murmur lesser verses
But his words, above them all, you must hear.

She is clothed with dignity by her Lord
Espying the days to come she laughs aloud
For through her sleep her God is watching on.

Charm does deceive; beauty will flee away
But those who dwell before the face of God
In time will gain, with fear, a form like his.

Hear! No better have I seen from women
Than my mother, the woman of one face.

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It's been a (very long) while since I've written anything though God knows I've wanted to get back into this barely beaten path of blogging again.

This is applicable to all mothers, but it is meant for mine. I do not think it is wrong - in fact I find it wonderful - when people see their mothers as the incomparable. So, too, I think of mine. This is for her. However, hopefully it gives words to how we all feel of our own.

Thanks for teaching me the importance of prayer Ma. I love you.