WOMEN OF LUKE'S GOSPEL

Elizabeth

From that old tree at last

Comes one fruit; sweet to the eye,

Tart to the taste.

Mary

From its first flourishing that tree

Bears the most exquisite

Fruit.

Anna

Who would have thought

That antique tree would burst

In one last tumult of blossom?

Luke 7

Even in its wilderness

Light has touched that tree;

Myrrh weeps from its wounds.

Luke 8

From their substance

These trees produce varied fruits -

What an orchard!

Luke 13

That old bent shrub

- A miracle -

Stand now tall and straight.

Luke 23

What untimely autumn

Afflicts the leaves of these trees

To gold and bronze?

Luke 24

Out of winter

Does that almond blossom

Drink the new-risen Sun?