Now in my recollection of the rest
I have less power to speak than any infant
wetting its tongue yet at its mother's breast;
more than one semblance, for It is unchanging
and is forever as it was before;
the more I looked, the more unchanging semblance
appeared to change with every change in me.
of that abyss of light three circles shown -
three in color, one in circumference;
the third, an exhalation of pure fire
equally breathed forth by the other two.
which is itself so far from what I saw
that to call it feeble would be rank deception!
by Itself alone understood, which from Itself
loves and glows, self-knowing and self-known;
conceived as a reflection of the first -
or which appeared so to my scrutiny -
to be painted with man's image. I fixed my eyes
on that alone in rapturous contemplation.
Like a geometer wholly dedicated
to squaring the circle, but who cannot find,
think as he may, the principle indicated -
I yearned to know just how our image merges
into that circle, and how it there finds place;
Yet, as I wished, the truth I wished for came
cleaving my mind in a great flash of light.
but already I could feel my being turned -
instinct and intellect balanced equally
Visitation of the Blessed Virgin Mary to Elizabeth
This feast celebrates Mary’s visit to her cousin Elizabeth, as told in the Gospel of Luke (Luke 1:39-56), and her example of faith in God’s word and sensitivity to the Spirit. It was introduced into the Franciscan calendar by Saint Bonaventure (15 July) in the thirteenth century and was extended in 1389 to the entire Latin Church to heal the divisions in the Western Church of the time.
Maiden yet a mother,
Daughter of thy Son,
High beyond all other,
Lowlier is none;
Thou the consummation
Planned by God’s decree,
When our lost creation
Nobler rose in thee!
Thus his place preparéd,
He who all things made
‘Mid his creatures tarried,
In thy bosom laid;
There his love he nourished,
Warmth that gave increase
To the root whence flourished
Our eternal peace.
Noon on Sion’s mountain
Is thy charity;
Hope its living fountain
Finds, on earth, in thee:
Lady, such thy power,
He, who grace would buy
Not as of thy dower,
Without wings would fly.
Nor alone thou hearest
When thy name we hail;
Often thou art nearest
When our voices fail;
Mirrored in thy fashion
All creation’s good
Mercy might, compassion
Grace thy womanhood.
Lady, lest our vision,
Striving heav’nward, fail,
Still let thy petition
With thy Son prevail,
Unto Whom all merit,
Pow’r and majesty
With the Holy Spirit
And the Father be.