You are the palm of Cadiz, a garden sealed for holy dwelling.
You are the earth that flies full of light into our night.
Virgin, cathedral of silence, ring of gold,
Of time and of eternity, you bring our flesh into Paradise
and God into flesh.
Come and go through spaces impenetrable for us.
You are the splendor of the fields, the thicket, the white Church
On the mountain…
May our tables no longer lack wine, o Vine amid clouds of perfume.
May the girls come to you to draw the sacred drink,
And let women conceive again, and offer you their children
As you offered your fruit to us.
Lovingly you attend the fulfillment of our fabulous story,
Creation finally free.
--David Maria Turoldo, Servant of Holy Mary
In May we celebrate Mary...
Image source: The Assumption of Mary, Ark of the Covenant, Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception, https://www.nationalshrine.org/blog/5-works-of-art-celebrating-the-assumption-in-the-basilica/
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