The Prayer Of St. Anne And Joachim Poem by Arockiya Micheal Annaraj A

Distressed, fed up and sobbing,
No hope was there
For her unanswered yet vibrant prayer.
Pale Anne yet pious,
Made her aching head gradually lifting up to the sky with all her efforts,
To call out the One who dwells beyond sky,
Whose sighs now blended with the air of angels and taken to the clouds.
Invoking God the Almighty,
Expecting the return of Joachim, her holy husband.
He, a priest at the temple,
To show the fragrance of offerings to the Lord,
Who was now heart broken before the altar,
Not because God didn't answer his prayer,
But the mortal people thought so and ridiculed him.
By the words hurtful than the fire,
Being pierced the elderly heart not so fast than the bow,
Stretched speedily
from far away,
It attacked him not less hot than the warmth of a sun in a land of drought.
No child they had but years rolled, decreasing their hope.
Joachim, being disliked as a bad omen,
Went to the wilderness with the broken heart,
No food or drink he had but prayed with the word of God.
Anne, who had been a laughter and a jest among the people;
Not for her piety,
But for being called so far barren.
Watched randomly the sparrows in her garden,
Living in the nest of their parents warmly under their wings;
Being fed upon the lips of their mother birds,
Filled their tiny stomachs.
She not of jealousy but in zeal,
Desired a godly child from above,
Crying out the holy Name of Almighty,
In the meantime, Joachim did so.
The cry at wilderness unified with her cry at the home as if it's said in one place,
Reached heaven piercing the clouds,
So fast than the dew sent from above on the field to make it fruitful;
The Almighty sanctioned the date,
For His so far sketched salvation plan;
Ordering Gabriel to reach the couple,
At distinct places they were in,
To announce the birth of The
Co-Redemptrix.