“And he that made me rested in my tabernacle”
Within me he is alive
Within me, and with me.
Holding me close, holding me near
Embracing me always, holding me dear
Within me, he breathes life
For me, and for my flourishing,
For all those I encounter and their flourishing
Within me, he makes beautiful things
He uses all of me
He dwells in all of me
From within me he goes forth, fruit of my womb
To save, to set free, to give life
To bear love, joy, peace, patience
To bear kindness, goodness, gentleness and faithfulness
He made me, yet he rests in the tabernacle of my heart
He made me, yet somehow I hold him.
He made me, yet he dwells inside me.
Come closer, come and hold the baby your life is all about
For thee that made you, rests in your tabernacle.
These words from Sirach 24:12 are written on the roof of the Marian chapel in St Francis Church in Melbourne. This poem places them in Mary’s mouth and reflects on their meaning in that way.