We walked through sun, we thirsted, and we starved,
When strange snow fell on Sinai’s burning sand;
We ate thereof, and listened, and we carved
A chest to bring it to the Promised Land.
We made the case of wood that doth not rot,
Acacia, and covered it in gold;
It held the law, the manna, Aaron’s rod,
As Mary Christ, our Bread, the Priest foretold.
Tis said the Virgin, new with child, had crossed
The hills of Judah to her cousin’s home,
Upon the very path, for some years lost,
Whence David brought the Ark, through grass and brome;
That John, within his mother’s womb, had leapt,
As David danced, before God’s promise kept.
From Sonnets for Heaven’s Queen © Joseph Charles MacKenzie. All rights reserved.