~by Lawrence “Mack” Hall

Upon the Luminous Mountain a bell

Calls all of us to Our Lady’s wounded Heart

She looks at us with sorrow in her eyes

Her scars are like the tears that we should weep

Savaged less by the Hussite than by our sins

Pierced less by the Tartar than by our faults

Scorned less by the Nazi and the Soviet

Than by our callous, fashionable neglect

O let us hear the calling of that bell –

It sings us to Our Lady’s loving heart

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