Sea of Rosaries:The Mother Love of God ©2020 Alfred Eaker
(Featuring Cheryl Townsend as Christ)
Christ, Our Mother (Julian of Norwich)
The Wedding At Cana
The Baptism Of Christ, Our Mother
The Temptation of Christ, Our Mother
Good Samaritan (A parable, as told by Christ, Our Mother)
Lazarus &The Rich Man (A parable, as told by Christ, Our Mother)
Christ, Our Mother and the adulteress
Christ, Our Mother and the Samaritan woman, according to St. John
The Sermon On the Mount as told by Christ, Our Mother
Christ, Our Mother healing the Leper
Christ, Our Mother heals the faithful Centurion’s pais
Christ, Our Mother casting the demons into the swine
The Transfiguration of Christ, Our Mother
Mary & Martha
Christ, Our Mother throwing the moneychangers out of the temple
CHRIST, OUR MOTHER IN THE GARDEN OF AGONY
The Betrayal & Arrest of Christ, Our Mother
The Trial of Christ, Our Mother
Pontius Pilate condemns Christ, Our Mother
The Passion of Christ, Our Mother
Christ, Our Mother Falls
The Gospel of Contempt
Christ Meets Her Mother on the way to the cross
Christ, Our Mother meets the women of Jerusalem
Mary and the Beloved Disciple at the foot of the cross of Christ, Our Mother
The murder of Christ, Our Mother
Peter and John racing to the tomb of Christ, Our Mother
The Ascension of Christ, Our Mother
A Woman Clothed In The Sun
The Apocalypse Of Christ, Our Mother
Blue Madonna and the Holy Innocents
Black Madonna of Tindari
Madonna of Nagasaki (Agony in the Garden)
Our Lady of Akita
Black Madonna of Antipolo (Pentecost)
Our Lady Of The Mermaids
Our Lady Of La Salette
Our Lady of La Vang (Annunciation)
And A Sword Shall Pierce Your Heart
Our Lady of Plat (Nativity)
Our Lady Of Pontmain
OUR LADY OF SORROWS
Our Lady of the Rosary
Our Lady of the Woods
La Lastima (Pieta )
Her Lady; Proverb
Our Lady of Aparecida
Our Lady of Kibeho
Our Lady of Manaoag
Stations IV. Christ meets His Mother On The Way To The Cross
The Madonna teaching her Christ child in prayer
The Marriage of Our Lady to St. Joseph
The Song Of Hannah
Prayer for a Perilous Descent
Justin (I am the Light)
Christ, Our Mother (Julian of Norwich)
Mount Of Olives (And he began to fear and to be heavy)
Mount of Olives (It is enough. The hour is come)
Mount of Olives (My Soul is sorrowful, even unto death. Abba, If possible, let this chalice pass from me)
Seven Last Words. Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do
Seven Last Words. This day thou shalt be with me in paradise
Seven Last Words. Behold Thy Son. Behold Thy Mother
Seven Last Words. Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?
Seven Last Words. I Thirst
SEVEN LAST WORDS. It is Finished
Seven Last Words. Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit
1ST Temptation (Hedonism). Command that these stones be made bread
2ND Temptation (Egoism) Cast Thyself Down
3RD Temptation (Materialism) To thee will I give all this power; If thou wilt adore before me
And he, lifting up his eyes, said- Blessed are ye poor, for yours is the kingdom of God
And Simon Peter went first into the sepulcher, saw the linen cloths lying… and they saw, and believed
Blessed art thou, Simon Bar-Jona. Flesh and blood hath not revealed it to thee, but my Father in heaven. Thou art Peter; and upon this rock I will build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.
Christ Casting Avarice From The Temple
Feeding of the 5000
FOUR WOES OF LUKE
I was hungry… (Matthew 25.31)
It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God
John of Patmos
Martha of Bethany
Nor do I Condemn You. Go and Sin no more
Our struggle is against principalities and powers, rulers of darkness in this world
Peter was afraid, and when began to sink, he cried out
St. Francis Receiving The Stigmata
ST. Francis Taming The Wolf
The Ecstasy of St. Francis
St. John Of The Cross, Dark Night Of The Soul
That which is born of the flesh, is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit, is spirit…
That which thou doest, do quickly (Judas’ choice)
The Christ Consciousness
The Christ, The Breaker Of Bread
The Interior Castle Of Saint Teresa Of Avila
The Transfiguration of Christ
This is your hour, and the power of darkness
Thou shalt stretch forth thy hands, and another shall gird thee and lead thee whither thou wouldst not
Today, even in this night, before the cock crow twice, thou shalt deny me thrice
What Is Truth?
Combining the traditional Stations with BXVI additions.
18. Christ promises His kingdom to the repentant thief
Our Lady of Sorrows ©2018 Alfred Eaker
To Our Lady of the Seven Sorrows by Arthur Symons
What sacrificial way
First led your feet to, those remoter heights
Which, for the uttermost delights
Of martyrs and Love’s saints, are set above
The Stations of the passion of our day?
Seven sorrows unto you has been desire
Since first your cheek grew pale.
And your astonished breath would fail,
And your eyes deepened into smouldering fire;
Seven sorrows from a child.
Nor has the soul which in you pants and rises
At any time been reconciled
With love and love’s intolerable disguises.
In the child’s morning-hour
You woke, and knew not the immortal power
Which in your ignorant veins was as the breeze
Troubling the waters of a little lake
And crying in the nests among the trees.
Fear bid you, trembling, wake,
And listen to the voice which seemed to shake
Unto the empty audience of the air.
The child, grown older, heard that voice again,
Nor heard that voice in vain.
You smiled, with a new meaning in your eyes,
As of some new, delightful care
Which made you suddenly mote wise,
Older, and to yourself more fair.
Then silence came about your lips, and laid
That tremulous shadow there,
Whereby the sorrows mark you for their own.
You woke and were afraid to be alone,
And full of some Strange joy to be afraid.First love, the hour it came,
You seemed to have remembered; and you knew
What a smoke-thwarted flame
Love’s torch is, and the jewel of love’s faith
How flawed, and by how many a name
The immortal comes to mortals, and how deal h
Is the first breath that love, made mortal, drew.
Therefore, not without tears.
And penitence, and a reluctant rapture,
All love’s and not your lover’s capture,
Not without sure, foreseeing fears
Of the unavoidable dedication of your years,
You entered on the way,
The way that was to be.Mortal, and pitiful, yet immortally
Predestinate to that illustrious grief
Whose extreme anguish is its own relief,
Lady of the seven sorrows, who shall say
The ardours of that way?
Men have looked up and seen you pass, and bowed
Into the dust to kiss your weary feet;
And you have passed, and they have cursed aloud
With dusty mouths to find the dust not sweet.
You have passed by; your eyes
Unalterably open in a dream,
Seeing alone the gleam
Of a far, mortal, azure paradise
Which your ecstatic feat is to attain,
Sometimes you linger, when men cry to you,
Linger as in a dream,
Linger in vain,
Having but shared, as they would have you do,
Some ecstasy of pain.
Therefore you shall be neither blessed nor cursed,
But pardoned, for you know not what you do;
And of all punishments the worst
Of punishments for you is to be you.
Go, neither blessed nor cursed:
We, all we too who suffer of you, throng
To make a royal passage for your feet,
When, in a dream, ere long,
They shall go sorrowfully up the Street.
You will pass by and not remember us,
We shall be Grange as any last year’s mirth;
It is not thus, so lightly, O not thus
You carry the seven sorrows of the earth.
The Madonna teaching her Christ child in prayer ©2018 Alfred Eaker
Ave Maria by Hildegard of Bingen
Behold, Mary, you who increase life, who rebuilds the path,
You who confused death and wore down the serpent,
To you Eve raised herself up, her neck rigid with inflated arrogance.
You strode upon this arrogance
while bearing God’s Son of Heaven,
through whom the spirit of God breaths.
O gentle and loving Mother, I behold you.
For Heaven released into the world that which you brought forth.
This one, through whom the spirit of God breaths.
Glory to the Father, and the Son and the Holy Spirit.
And to this one, through whom the spirit of God breaths.
MADONNA OF NAGASAKI (SORROWFUL MYSTERY: AGONY IN THE GARDEN) ©2018 Alfred Eaker
Hymn by Edgar Allan Poe
At morn–at noon–at twilight dim–
Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!
In joy and woe–in good and ill–
Mother of God, be with me still!
When the Hours flew brightly by,
And not a cloud obscured the sky,
My soul, lest it should truant be,
Thy grace did guide to thine and thee
Now, when storms of Fate o’ercast
Darkly my Present and my Past,
Let my future radiant shine
With sweet hopes of thee and thine.
The Marriage of Our Lady to St. Joseph ©2018 Alfred Eaker
A Christmas Card (Thomas Merton)
When the white stars talk together like sisters
And when the winter hills
Raise their grand semblance in the freezing night,
Somewhere one window
Bleeds like the brown eye of an open force.
White stars that stand above the eastern stable.
Look down and offer Him.
The dim adoring light of your belief.
Whose small Heart bleeds with infinite fire.
Shall not this Child
(When we shall hear the bells of His amazing voice)
Conquer the winter of our hateful century?
And when His Lady Mother leans upon the crib,
Lo, with what rapiers
Those two loves fence and flame their brillancy!
Here in this straw lie planned the fires
That will melt all our sufferings:
He is our Lamb, our holocaust!
And one by one the shepherds, with their snowy feet,
Stamp and shake out their hats upon the stable dirt,
And one by one kneel down to look upon their Life.
Christ, Our Mother: The Good Shepherd ©2017 Alfred Eaker
The Sowing of Meanings (Thomas Merton)
See the high birds! Is their’s the song
That dies among the wood-light
Wounding the listener with such bright arrows?
Or do they play in wheeling silences
Defining in the perfect sky
The bounds of (here below) our solitude,
Where spring has generated lights of green
To glow in clouds upon the sombre branches?
Ponds full of sky and stillnesses
What heavy summer songs still sleep
Under the tawny rushes at your brim
More than a season will be born here, nature,
In your world of gravid mirrors!
The quiet air awaits one note,
One light, one ray and it will be the angels’ spring:
One flash, one glance upon the shiny pond, and then
Asperges me! sweet wilderness, and lo! we are redeemed!
For, like a grain of fire
Smouldering in the heart of every living essence
God plants His undivided power —
Buries His thought too vast for worlds
In seed and root and blade and flower,
Until, in the amazing light of April,
Surcharging the religious silence of the spring,
Creation finds the pressure of His everlasting secret
Too terrible to bear.
Then every way we look, lo! rocks and trees
Pastures and hills and streams and birds and firmament
And our own souls within us flash, and shower us with light,
While the wild countryside, unknown, unvisited of men,
Bears sheaves of clean, transforming fire.
And then, oh then the written image, schooled in sacrifice,
The deep united threeness printed in our being,
Shot by the brilliant syllable of such an intuition, turns within,
And plants that light far down into the heart of darkness and oblivion,
Dives after, and discovers flame.