See the Lilies of the Field

I am kneeling in Church, the Priest humbly and reverently utters the words of Consecration over the bread and wine about to become Body and Blood.  I am enraptured.  My whole being hungers for the precious gift!  I ponder the words of the Priest, and contemplate the Eucharist.  My attention is drawn to a statue of the Blessed Virgin, near the altar-holding the infant Christ in her arms. Suddenly, the room goes dark, and I am no longer in Church, but a cave.  I am kneeling still.  Next to me is a woman, radiance is pouring from her.  I can feel her holiness, her love and goodness. Angels surround her, they sing canticles and hymns of praise for their unborn Lord. She turns to me.  Her face is alight with joy, and holy love.  She is beautiful.  She is my Mother. We are in Bethlehem- it is the night of the Birth of the Lord. "Be a Tabernacle for my Son," she says. "Mother, teach me how! I am a worm, unworthy!" At this she stands, and I can see her stomach bulging.

Though I cannot see you Mother, I feel your embrace, warm and loving, turning me towards your Son. Showing me the Way. Leading me by the hand as mothers often do. I love you so much Mother Mary. So many times I have called out for you in the night, and you were there, you are always there to lead me back to Him. O Sweet Rose! O Holy Tabernacle! O Full of Grace!  How grateful I am for you! How many times have you pulled me from the snares of the devil? Oh, Mother! My heart is overflowing with love for you and your Son.  Such gratitude I feel for you Mystical Rose! Queen of Heaven and Earth! Mother of the Word Incarnate! Mother of Sorrows! I cannot wait to re-consecrate myself to you!  My heart leaps in anticipation of the day that I can reaffirm my slavery to you and your Son! How sweet a servanthood it is, full of love and beauty! Oh Mother, I love you,  pray for me a miserable sinner !