A Sunday-poem from Mother Mary Francis, from a longer poem entitled “The Mysteries of the Rosary”:
XIII. The Descent of the Holy Spirit
Fiat! there’s room in this inn
Of huddled community, Mary,
For you and your telling of Jesus
Over and over again
Until there’s a splitting of heavens
And fire comes and Spirit, and souls
Are drenched with the wine of that Fiat!
That suits men for martyrs. Is there
Space for us, too, in that upper
Room of your love where first Fiat!
Let God be Man, where first Fireing
Of Spirit enkindled Redeemer?