Sonnets for Heaven's Queen

Rosa Mystica

(Es ist ein Ros entsprugen)

A Rose has sprung upon the tender root,
As it was sung to us by men of old,
Of Jesse’s royal tree the finest shoot,
At half of night, in depth of winter cold;

That little Rose I sing, so chaste and mild,
The one Isaias long ago foretold,
Who bore, by God’s great providence, a Child,
Though Virgin ever after, pure as gold;

The Rose whose tiny Floret smells so sweet
Dispelling darkness with His brilliant glow;
In whose small frame divine and human meet
To spare us death and make us white as snow.

A Rose more fair, by far, than all the rest,
That all who love her Seed shall call her blest.

From Sonnets for Heaven’s Queen © Joseph Charles MacKenzie. All rights reserved.

Winner of the 2020 Society of Classical Poets Competition (America's highest honor in classical verse), Joseph Charles MacKenzie is a traditional lyric poet of New Mexico. He is also the only American to have won the Scottish International Poetry Competition (see: Times Literary Supplement, Jan 27, 2017). A Pushcart Prize nominee, MacKenzie's verses have appeared in The New York Times, The Scotsman (Edinburgh), The Independent (London), The Telegraph (London), and many other venues. He wirtes primarily for Trinacria (New York) and the Society of Classical Poets (New York).

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