One
of the advantages of being a permanent deacon is being married! My wife, Teresa is a Spiritual Director, a
Master Gardener, mother of four and whose life is a beautiful balance of action
and contemplation. Please enjoy the
following piece that she wrote for my blog…
As a young girl growing up in a small Pennsylvania town and
sharing a room with my many sisters , every May we made elaborate altars to the
Blessed Mother when the lilacs bloomed and we sang the hymn we were taught in
our catholic grade school (Saint Mary's, of course) “Bring Flowers of the
Fairest.”
The nostalgia and quaintness of this activity may mask
its deeper importance for us as Catholics today as we are awash with scandal
and the ennui that may perhaps come after a long time in any spiritual
practice. We can become more jaded and as a result deny ourselves some rituals
that are both sustaining and rich.
Catholicism taught me the wisdom of sacramental, bodily
celebration of our inner movements. This
simple ritual consecrates beauty and femininity and gives us a portal right now
to enter even more deeply into the mystery of Easter. We can immerse ourselves in the death and
resurrection that are so evident to any gardener or nature lover at this time
of the year when “as long as the bowers are radiant with flowers, as long as
the azure shall keep its bright hue.” (An azure, by the way, is a type of
butterfly!!)
Perhaps this is the week to resurrect this sacred ritual
and make a small altar to honor Mary and her beautiful and bountiful femininity.
Below is the list of symbols from my altar
and click
here to listen
to this lovely hymn (lyrics below).
Symbols:
Flowers
: consecration, beauty
Shells:
the spiraling wisdom of the feminine
Candles:
passion, enlightenment
Icon
of Mary
Lyrics
Bring
flowers of the rarest
Bring
blossoms the fairest,
From
garden and woodland and hillside and dale;
Our
full hearts are swelling,
Our glad voices telling
The
praise of the loveliest flower of the vale!
Refrain:
O Mary we crown thee with blossoms today!
Queen
of the Angels and Queen of the May.
O
Mary we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen
of the Angels and Queen of the May.
Our voices ascending, in harmony blending,
Oh!
thus may our hearts turn, dear Mother, to thee;
Oh!
thus shall we prove thee how truly we love thee,
How
dark without Mary, life's journey would be.
Refrain
O
Virgin most tender, our homage we render,
Thy
love and protection, sweet Mother, to win;
In danger defend us, in sorrow befriend us,
As
pure as the lilies we lay at your feet.
Refrain
Their
lady they name thee, their mistress proclaim thee,
Ah,
grant that thy children on earth be as true
as
long as the bowers are radiant with flowers,
as
long as the azure shall keep its bright hue.
Refrain
Sing
gaily in chorus; the bright angels o'er us
re-echo
the strains we begin upon earth;
their
harps are repeating the notes of our greeting,
for
Mary herself is the cause of our mirth
Refrain
