Alma Redemptoris Mater, quae pervia coeli
Loving Mother of the Redeemer,
Porta manes, et stella maris, succurre cadenti,
Gate of heaven, star of the sea, assist your people
Surgere qui curat, populo: tu quae genuisti,
(Those) who have fallen yet strive to rise again.
Natura mirante, tuum sanctum Genitorem,
To the wonderment of nature, you bore your Creator,
More in The Way of Beauty
Virgo prius ac posterius, Gabrielis ab ore,
You who received Gabriel’s joyful greeting, yet remained a virgin after as before.
Sumens illud ave, peccatorum miserere.
Have pity on us poor sinners.
In 1987, Pope John Paul II promulgated the encyclical Redemptoris Mater. The theme of Mary’s pilgrimage in faith and her divine motherhood run throughout the piece. She is the one woman who, always and everywhere, inspires total faith, individual and communal. Her story is ours as well. St. Anselm, Doctor of the Church and Archbishop of Canterbury (12th c), offers soaring prose about the Mother of the Word Incarnate in relation and juxtaposition to God the Father:
Through Mary, God made himself a Son,
not different but the same, by nature Son of God and Son of Mary.
The whole universe was created by God, and God was born of Mary.
God created all things, and Mary gave birth to God.
The God who made all things gave himself form through Mary,
and thus he made his own creation.
He who could create all things from nothing would not remake his ruined created without Mary.
(From a sermon by St. Anselm, Office of Reading, Feast of the Immaculate Conception, Liturgy of the Hours I, 1229.)
The liturgical chant, simple, beautiful, and accessible for all to sing is lovelier still on Mother’s Day:
Mary the Dawn, Christ the perfect Day;
Mary the Gate, Christ the Heavnly Way!
Mary the Root, Christ, the Mystic Vine;
Mary the Grape, Christ the Sacred Wine!
May the Wheat-Sheaf, Christ the Living Bread
Mary the Rose-Tree, Christ the Rose-Blood-red.
Mary the Font, Christ the Cleansing Flood;
Mary the Chalice, Christ the Saving Blood!
Mary the Temple, Christ the Temple’s Lord;
Mary the Shrine, Christ the God adored.
Mary the Beacon, Christ the Haven’s Rest;
Mary the Mirror, Christ the Vision Blest!
Mary the Mother, Christ the Mother’s Son.
Both ever blest while endless ages run.
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“Credentials,” a poem by Daniel Berrigan, S.J., describes the essence of a rose and the loveliest rose God ever made:
So the rose is its own credential, a certain
unattainable form: wearing its heart visibly,
it gives us heart too: bud, fulness and fall.