Zora Bernice May Cross

(18 May 1890 – 22 January 1964 / Brisbane)

Sonnet Of Motherhood Xl - Poem by Zora Bernice May Cross

A miracle of miracles is here.
Take off your shoes. This place is holy ground.
No man-child ours like that the shepherd found
By dreaming Mary when the Star burned clear.
Our God has given us a woman, dear,
390ഊWith satin skin her dimpling shoulders round.
No pinkest shell with sea-blown bubbles crowned
Could match the marvel of her tiny ear.

How like to me, and yet ’tis you—all you.
I dare not touch her. Take your soul, My Own.
Set in my body with your mind, your sight,
Your dreams and thoughts with every promise true—
A queen to sit upon a regal throne
With a man’s soul won out of woman’s right.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, May 9, 2011


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