Oh Mary, Immaculate mother of Our Lord, , who still reaches out to her child ren one by one across this wide and sin-torn world as a mother to each of us, thank you for being there.
Thank you for telling the Father Yes.
Thank you for the precious gift of the rosary, which is
like a life-line you throw to us in the tempetuous sea
of our sin and sorrow.
Help us learn to pray we ought, to ponder in our hearts the truth and glory of your Son Jesus, the joy of being united to his Sorrowful and your Immaculate hearts, and come to us who love you at the hour of our deaths.
Amen.
O Blessed Mother,
Impossible for me to imagine, really,
all those years with him who was love incarnate,
growing up straight and tall ,
a graceful sapling
turnng into a man.
I can imagine him
playing games through the streets of Nazareth,
sitting at Joseph's feet among the wood shavings,
watching you sewing.
Yet, to be with him all that time -
Did not the villagers notice
something special
about the youth
growing in their midst?
And you -
impossible to imagine
a lifetime spent
tending and caring,
loving and fixing for
God on earth -
Amazing that the glory invisible in your home
did not shatter your walls -
Indelible the brightness
it left upon your soul!