To the aid of my little son <br />I call all the magnalities -- <br />Archangel, Dominion, <br />Powers and Principalities. <br /> <br />Mary without a stain, <br />Joseph that was her spouse, <br />All God's women and men, <br />Out of His glorious House. <br /> <br />The Twelve Apostles by him: <br />Matthew and Mark and John, <br />Luke, the Evangelists nigh him, <br />So he fight not alone. <br /> <br />Patrick, Columcille, Bride -- <br />The Saints of the Irish nation; <br />Keiran, Kevin beside, <br />In the death and the desolation. <br /> <br />Listen, ye soldier saints, <br />Sebastian, Ignatius, Joan, <br />Be by his side; if he faints, <br />Strengthen my little son. <br /> <br />In the Side of Christ I lay him, <br />In the Wound that the spear made; <br />In the pierced Hands I stay him, <br />So I am not afraid. <br /> <br />On the knees of the Blessed Mary <br />And in the fold of her arm, <br />Refuge and sanctuary <br />Where he shall take no harm. <br /> <br />To the Wound in the Heart of Christ, <br />To the Trinity Three in One, <br />To the Blood spilled out, unpriced, <br />For love of my little son.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-commends-her-little-son/
