Working on some of my homemade cards with the snow falling and the cold winds blowing - I decided to watch the 4th in the Catholicism series by Fr Robert Barron. To my great delight on this feast day of Mary - her presentation in the Temple at age 3... it was on Mary! The photography combined with the knowledge of Fr Barron is a delight to me! He spent a lot of time in Lourdes and in Guadalupe - both such amazing miracles that is ongoing to this day! If you have a chance to watch this - do it! So gloriously beautiful!
At the very end of the presentation Fr mentioned a wonderful poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins called the May Magnificat... He read a beautiful portion of it, so I googled it and found it to be every bit as wonderful as he said!
| Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918. |
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| 18. The May Magnificat |
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| MAY is Mary’s month, and I | |
| Muse at that and wonder why: | |
| Her feasts follow reason, | |
| Dated due to season— | |
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| Candlemas, Lady Day; | 5 |
| But the Lady Month, May, | |
| Why fasten that upon her, | |
| With a feasting in her honour? | |
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| Is it only its being brighter | |
| Than the most are must delight her? | 10 |
| Is it opportunest | |
| And flowers finds soonest? | |
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| Ask of her, the mighty mother: | |
| Her reply puts this other | |
| Question: What is Spring?— | 15 |
| Growth in every thing— | |
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| Flesh and fleece, fur and feather, | |
| Grass and greenworld all together; | |
| Star-eyed strawberry-breasted | |
| Throstle above her nested | 20 |
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| Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin | |
| Forms and warms the life within; | |
| And bird and blossom swell | |
| In sod or sheath or shell. | |
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| All things rising, all things sizing | 25 |
| Mary sees, sympathising | |
| With that world of good, | |
| Nature’s motherhood. | |
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| Their magnifying of each its kind | |
| With delight calls to mind | 30 |
| How she did in her stored | |
| Magnify the Lord. | |
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| Well but there was more than this: | |
| Spring’s universal bliss | |
| Much, had much to say | 35 |
| To offering Mary May. | |
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| When drop-of-blood-and-foam-dapple | |
| Bloom lights the orchard-apple | |
| And thicket and thorp are merry | |
| With silver-surfèd cherry | 40 |
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| And azuring-over greybell makes | |
| Wood banks and brakes wash wet like lakes | |
| And magic cuckoocall | |
| Caps, clears, and clinches all— | |
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| This ecstasy all through mothering earth | 45 |
| Tells Mary her mirth till Christ’s birth | |
| To remember and exultation | |
In God who was her salvation.
My new favorite poem!!! "Growth in everything!" Jesus, we trust in YOU. Bless-bless, Barbara Luke
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