Contemplative Haven: 'Tis the Month of Our Mother 
'Tis the Month of Our Mother
May is a month of "openings" in my neck of the woods. Crocuses and tulips, lilacs and climbing vines all open themselves to the sun and warm breezes, with no sign of begrudging the harsh winter they've endured.
It is a glorious month, traditionally the month in which the Blessed Virgin is especially remembered and honoured. When I was little, we sang this hymn every day at school during May:
'Tis the month of our Mother,
The blessed and beautiful days,
When our lips and our spirits
Are glowing with love and with praise.
All hail! to dear Mary,
The guardian of our way,
To the fairest of Queens,
Be the fairest of seasons, sweet May.
Mary was like the crocuses and tulips, the lilacs and the climbing vines, open to everything the Lord had to offer. She was a complete "yes", wholly receptive, totally accepting, yet not passive. She rode donkeys, fled countries, lived in exile, swept floors, and prepared meals. With her simple observation of, "They have no wine," she was instrumental in starting her Son out in His public life, with the miracle at Cana.
But where did this "yes" to God lead her while on earth? To a grand life, mother of the famous, local Miracle Worker? No. It led her directly to His Passion, directly into becoming Our Lady of the Seven Dolours (Our Lady of Sorrows). Our gentle Mother, with seven swords in her heart, that heart where she had "pondered" everything - her prayerful and contemplative centre.
It is a glorious month, traditionally the month in which the Blessed Virgin is especially remembered and honoured. When I was little, we sang this hymn every day at school during May:
'Tis the month of our Mother,
The blessed and beautiful days,
When our lips and our spirits
Are glowing with love and with praise.
All hail! to dear Mary,
The guardian of our way,
To the fairest of Queens,
Be the fairest of seasons, sweet May.
Mary was like the crocuses and tulips, the lilacs and the climbing vines, open to everything the Lord had to offer. She was a complete "yes", wholly receptive, totally accepting, yet not passive. She rode donkeys, fled countries, lived in exile, swept floors, and prepared meals. With her simple observation of, "They have no wine," she was instrumental in starting her Son out in His public life, with the miracle at Cana.
But where did this "yes" to God lead her while on earth? To a grand life, mother of the famous, local Miracle Worker? No. It led her directly to His Passion, directly into becoming Our Lady of the Seven Dolours (Our Lady of Sorrows). Our gentle Mother, with seven swords in her heart, that heart where she had "pondered" everything - her prayerful and contemplative centre.
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