Poem 1--------Poem 2
This is an adaptation from a reflection sent in by a visitor, named John:
For those who are lucky to still be blessed with your Mom this is
beautiful. For those who aren't, this is even more beautiful.
Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space . . . . . . . . . not even death!
Mother of Mercy
'Neath the foot of the Cross, She faithfully kept Her watch
Consoled by Saint John e'er so softly,
And from the Cross itself He bent down,
To give us a Mother of Mercy.
It was as if it was not enough to bear the Cross
That sinners wretched He might redeem,
More generous still, He bent down
To endow us with the fairest Queen.
Queen of Heaven, Queen of Angels, and Queen of all men,
Queen of Priests and Holy Souls awaiting,
Mistress to the pleading child in need,
Mother of Mercy: sweet succoring.
O Mother most merciful, Mother of compassion,
Ark of Salvation, Gate of Heaven,
Refuge of sinners and those in despair,
To Thee we fly, unto Thy leaven.
O Mother most sweet, most radiant, O Mother of mothers!
Mother most pure, Mother most dear,
Thee do we entreat sending up our sighs,
As Thou bendest to blot every tear.
O Mother most tender, most mild, O Mother of Mercy!
Masterpiece of God's holy design,
Font of all graces, Thine to dispense,
To the humble, repentant, uncondign.
'Neath the foot of our crosses, Thou maintains Thy watch,
That Thy servants persevere e'er fast,
'Til from Cherubimed Throne He bends down,
And with Thee, welcomes us home at last.
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The above poem is arranged so that each stanza has forty beats: thirteen on the first line for Our Lady's greatest Feasts----- the Annunciation, the Assumption, the Immaculate Conception, the Immaculate Heart of Mary, the Maternity of the Blessed Virgin Mary, the Most Holy Name of Mary, the Most Holy Rosary of the Blessed Virgin Mary, the Presentation of the Blessed Virgin Mary, the Purification of the Blessed Virgin Mary, the Visitation of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Our Lady of Mount Carmel, the Seven Dolors of the Blessed Virgin Mary, and Our Lady of Fatima; nine on each of the other three lines, one line in honor of the Blessed Trinity: the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, with nine for a thanksgiving novena and three each for the Three Divine Persons in one God.
Catholic Tradition extends its wishes for a blessed and happy Mothers' Day to all mothers who labor unceasingly that their children gain eternal joy in Heaven and most especially offers thanks and praise to the Holy Trinity for the greatest creature ever conceived, The Great Mother of Our Savior, Mary Most Holy! Of her we can never say enough, well enough, often enough, for not only is every day Mary's Mother's Day, as it should be, but because her spiritual children have learned the lesson from sitting on her lap in the recitation of the Hail Mary, that because she is our true Mother, every day is also Children's Day.