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"Mother of the Bright White Lamb" (from the Gaeilge).

Mary calls us here at Knock to share in her mothering of His people by our lives of hidden prayer and sacrifice.

 

Go to Joseph

 

For St. Teresa, St. Joseph was inseparable from Mary:

"If you need a teacher of prayer, go to this great Saint."

"With this glorious Saint, I have experience that he helps us in all our needs."

Joseph, Son of Jacob
(written by a Sister in the Community)

 

I, Joseph, son of Jacob,
can fashion
with ease and some skill
a stool to sit on,
a table to eat from,
a boat to fish from
and a cot to lie on.
But, when it comes
to the fashioning
of my life's tale,
I am left searching for words.
In fact, searching is my life's tale.

After the Shema,
my father Jacob taught me
his favourite passage from Isaiah:
'I have not said to Jacob's sons
search for me in vain.'

This promise upheld me
as I sought Yahweh's will
when Mary, my betrothed,
was with child,
when there was no room in the inn
and my search seemed in vain;
when I sought the road to Egypt
and the road home;
when we sought with sorrow
the Child Jesus in Jerusalem.

Each time
the searching was hard,
but never in vain.

In my turn,
I recited the Shema
and Isaiah's promise
each evening
as Mary lulled Jesus to sleep.

As a tiny lad,
He seemed to think life
one long game of seeking him.
As we played 'hide and seek',
my heart thrilled at the moment
his tiny arms enfolded me
and he laughed:
'I have not told Jacob's son
to search for me in vain!'

I am making a keel for
Zebedee's boat.
Zebedee always says that
'Joseph walks the waters'
referring to my skill with keels.

He ruffles Jesus' hair and says:
This lad too will walk the waters
when his day comes.'

And I wonder will I see it.

Somehow, I see him in all I fashion:
this boat keel,
the wooden bread trough,
the intricate handles for
the Holy Scrolls,
the beams and the uncut wood.

All I have is his
and for him
and his Mother,
so I find him anew
in all I have and do,

I praise the Holy One
who has given me hands
to work with
and a heart to love with
and has never let
this son of Jacob search in vain.

As I work and pray, I carry
all other workers and searchers
in my heart.
May they have eyes to see him
whom I sought and found
in all they do and seek.

May the beauty
of their tools and trade
lead them,
through the heartbreak and the joy,
home to him
who is ever searching for them
through the bits and pieces
of their crafts and lives.
May they find him and his Mother
in the searching and the working.

 

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