Mother of Exiles
Saint Mary’s Church of Frydek, San Felipe, and Sealy
The grasses of the coastal plain are still;
Across the road a summer field ploughed under
Waits through October’s lingering heat for frosts
While the distant Interstate chants to itself
Our Lady of Frydek, Mother of Exiles!
First Nations, Spaniards, Mexicans, Czechs, Poles
Italians, Germans, English, Vietnamese
Have ended their pilgrimages here, with You
Where God has led them for His purposes
And here, dear brother, God has led you too
To wait with them, with Her, for history’s end
Which will be
The Beginning
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC
Mother of Exiles
Saint Mary’s Church of Frydek, San Felipe, and Sealy
The grasses of the coastal plain are still;
Across the road a summer field ploughed under
Waits through October’s lingering heat for frosts
While the distant Interstate chants to itself
Our Lady of Frydek, Mother of Exiles!
First Nations, Spaniards, Mexicans, Czechs, Poles
Italians, Germans, English, Vietnamese
Have ended their pilgrimages here, with You
Where God has led them for His purposes
And here, dear brother, God has led you too
To wait with them, with Her, for history’s end
Which will be
The Beginning