SEA OF ROSARIES: Our Lady of Sorrows (2018)

“To Our Lady of the Seven Sorrows” (Arthur Symons) Lady of the seven sorrows which are love,What sacrificial wayFirst led your feet to, those remoter heightsWhich, for the uttermost delightsOf martyrs and Love’s saints, are set aboveThe Stations of the passion of our day? Seven sorrows unto you has been desireSince 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 risesAt any time been reconciledWith love and love’s intolerable disguises.In the child’s morning-hourYou woke, and knew not the immortal powerWhich … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: Our Lady of Sorrows (2018)

SEA OF ROSARIES: THE MADONNA TEACHING HER CHRIST CHILD IN PRAYER

“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 … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: THE MADONNA TEACHING HER CHRIST CHILD IN PRAYER

SEA OF ROSARIES: BLUE MADONNA AND THE HOLY INNOCENTS

AVE GENEROSA by Hildegard of Bingen I behold you,noble, glorious and whole woman,the pupil of purity.You are the sacred matrixin which God takes great pleasure. The essences of Heaven flooded into you,and the Great Word of God dressed itself in flesh. You appeared as a shining white lily,as God looked upon you before all of Creation. O lovely and tender one,how greatly has God delighted in you.For He has placed His passionate embrace within you,so that His Son might nurse at your breast. Your womb held joy,with all the celestial symphony sounding through you,Virgin, who bore the Son of God,when … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: BLUE MADONNA AND THE HOLY INNOCENTS

SEA OF ROSARIES: MADONNA OF NAGASAKI

“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. Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: MADONNA OF NAGASAKI

SEA OF ROSARIES: Black Madonna of The Candlemas

“The Candlemas Procession” (Thomas Merton) LumenAd revelationem gentium. Look kindly, Jesus, where we come,New Simeons, to kindle,Each at Your infant sacrifice his own life’s candle. And when Your flame turns into many tongues,See how the One is multiplied, among us, hundreds!And goes among the humble, and consoles our sinfulkindred. It is for this we come,And, kneeling, each receive one flame:Ad revelationem gentium. Our lives, like candles, spell this simple symbol:Weep like our bodily life, sweet work of bees,Sweeten the world, with your slow sacrifice.And this shall be our praise:That by our glad expense, our Father’s willBurned and consumed us for … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: Black Madonna of The Candlemas

SEA OF ROSARIES: Black Madonna of Antipolo

“At This Precise Moment of History,” by Thomas Merton At this precise moment of historyWith Goody-two-shoes running for CongressWe are testing supersonic enginesTo keep God safe in the cherry tree.When I said so in this space last ThursdayI meant what I said: power struggles. You would never dream of such corn. The colonials insandalwood like running wide open and available forprotection. You can throw them away without a refund. Dr. Hanfstaengel who was not called Putzi except bythose who did not know him is taped in the nationalarchives. J. Edgar Hoover he ought to knowAnd does know. But calls Dr. Hanfstaengel Putzi … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: Black Madonna of Antipolo

SEA OF ROSARIES: Our Lady of Manaoag

“The Divine Dew” (Therese of Lisieux) My Sweet Jesus, You appear to meOn your Mother’s breast, all radiant with love.Love is the ineffable mysteryThat exiled you from your Heavenly Home…Ah! let me hide myself under the veilConcealing you from all mortal eyes,And near you, O Morning Star!I shall find a foretaste of Heaven. From the moment a new dawn awakens,When we see the first lights of the sun,The young flower beginning to openAwaits a precious balm from on high.It is the good-giving morning dew,Which, producing an abundant sap,Makes the flower of the new bud open a little. Jesus, you are … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: Our Lady of Manaoag

SEA OF ROSARIES: OUR LADY OF THE PILLAR

“Landscape: Wheatfields” (Thomas Merton) Frown there like Cressy or like Agincourt,You fierce and bearded shocks and sheavesAnd shake your grain-spears,And know no tremor in your vigilantYour stern array, my summer chevaliers! Although the wagons,(Hear how the battle of those wheels,Worrying the loose wood with their momentary thunderLeaves us to guess some trestle, there, behind the sycamores.)Although the empty wagons come, Rise up, like kings out of the pages of a chronicleAnd cry your courage in your golden beards;For now the summer-time is half-way done,Gliding to a dramatic crisisSure as the deep waters to the sedentary mill. Arise like kings and … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: OUR LADY OF THE PILLAR

SEA OF ROSARIES: Black Madonna of Oropa

Aubade-Harlem by Thomas Merton Across the cages of the keyless aviaries,The lines and wires, the gallows of the broken kites,   Crucify, against the fearful light,The ragged dresses of the little children.Soon, in the sterile jungles of the waterpipes and ladders,   The bleeding sun, a bird of prey, will terrify the poor,   These will forget the unbelievable moon. But in the cells of whiter buildings,Where the glass dawn is brighter than the knives of surgeons,   Paler than alcohol or ether, shinier than money,The white men’s wives, like Pilate’s,Cry in the peril of their frozen dreams: “Daylight has driven iron spikes,Into the flesh of Jesus’ hands … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: Black Madonna of Oropa

SEA OF ROSARIES: OUR LADY OF MOUNT CARMEL (THE ASSUMPTION)

“To the Blessed Virgin MaryOf Mount Carmel” (Therese of Lisieux) A place of beauty and green serenityBlowing breeze of coolnessTransported from the sea.Earth’s creation finds abode in theeWith the holy hermits of Elias’ gloryThis is Carmela mountain most heavenly. O Virgin Mary, Queen most holyYou are our Lady inspiring many.Your quiet life, simplicity, purityAll speak to me of Carmel’s story. Glorious Lady, our mother too!Who comes to us when life is blue.In gentle stillness of your waysYou whisper softly, firmly,“You do exactly as Jesus says.” To be with us forever, not to leave us everHer Scapular she gave us.To those … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: OUR LADY OF MOUNT CARMEL (THE ASSUMPTION)

SEA OF ROSARIES: BLACK MADONNA OF REGLA (ODE OF THE THEOTOKOS)

“Carol” (Thomas Merton) Flocks feed by darkness with a noise of whispers,In the dry grass of pastures,And lull the solemn night with their weak bells. The little towns upon the rocky hillsLook down as meek as children:Because they have seen come this holy time. God’s glory, now, is kindled gentler than low candlelightUnder the rafters of a barn:Eternal Peace is sleeping in the hay,And Wisdom’s born in secret in a straw-roofed stable. And O! Make holy music in the stars, you happy angels.You shepherds, gather on the hill.Look up, you timid flocks, where the three kingsAre coming through the wintry … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: BLACK MADONNA OF REGLA (ODE OF THE THEOTOKOS)

SEA OF ROSARIES: BLACK MADONNA OF LORETO (THE CANTICLE OF MARY)

“The Messenger” (Thomas Merton) There is some sentry at the rim of winterFed with the speech the wind makesIn the grand belfries of the sleepless timber.He understands the lasting strife of tears,And the way the world is strung;He waits to warn all life with the tongue of March’sbugle,Of the coming of the warrior sun.When spring has garrisoned up her army of water,A million grasses leave their tents, and stand in rowsTo see their invincible brother.Mending the winter’s ruins with their laughter,The flowers go out to their undestructive wars. Walk in the woods and be witnesses,You, the best of these poor … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: BLACK MADONNA OF LORETO (THE CANTICLE OF MARY)

SEA OF ROSARIES: THE MARRIAGE OF OUR LADY TO ST. JOSEPH

“A Christmas Card” (Thomas Merton) When the white stars talk together like sistersAnd when the winter hillsRaise their grand semblance in the freezing night,Somewhere one windowBleeds like the brown eye of an open force. Hills, stars,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 rapiersThose two loves fence and flame their brillancy! Here in … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: THE MARRIAGE OF OUR LADY TO ST. JOSEPH

SEA OF ROSARIES: Pieta

PIETA (2011) oil on canvas © 2011 Alfred Eaker Death (Thomas Merton) Where are the merchants and the money-lenders Whose love sang in the wires between the seaports and the inland granaries? Is the old trader any safer than the sailor sent to drown Crossing the world’s end in a wooden schooner? Where are the generals who sacked the sunny cities And burned the cattle and the grain? Or is the politician any safer in his offices Than a soldier shot in the eye? Take time to tremble lest you come without reflection To feel the furious mercies of my … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: Pieta

SEA OF ROSARIES: Our Lady of La Vang (Annunciation)

“La Comparsa En Oriente” (Thomas Merton) Drums of the early evening wakeThe mountain full of ore, and the canebrake.Up at Cobre tall tambores callOne who rings gangarias with a nail,One with feathers for sleeves,One whose arms are birds,One with a mouth full of great firesAnd lights instead of words. One with a tobacco leaf hatRings his drum like a bell,And brings the saints of heaven, with claves,Down from the starlit hill;A black angel beats an ass’s jawAnd (tick tick) a white the clavesWhile the sodality of the blessed virginFollow after, carrying flowers. Five angels beating bongos,Seven saints ringing their bells,Wear … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: Our Lady of La Vang (Annunciation)

SEA OF ROSARIES: Our Lady of Akita

Luke 1:39-56 (The Magnificat) “And Mary rising up in those days, went into the hill country with haste into a city of Juda. And she entered into the house of Zachary, and saluted Elizabeth. “And it came to pass, that when Elizabeth heard the salutation of Mary, the infant leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Ghost: And she cried out with a loud voice, and said: Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb. And whence is this to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? For behold … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: Our Lady of Akita

SEA OF ROSARIES: Our Lady of Piat (Nativity)

Our Lady of Piat (Nativity) © 2018 Alfred Eaker  Advent (Thomas Merton) Charm with your stainlessness these winter nights, Skies, and be perfect! Fly, vivider in the fiery dark, you quiet meteors, And disappear. You moon, be slow to go down, This is your full! The four white roads make off in silence Towards the four parts of the starry universe. Time falls like manna at the corners of the wintry earth. We have become more humble than the rocks, More wakeful than the patient hills. Charm with your stainlessness these nights in Advent, holy spheres, While minds, as meek … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: Our Lady of Piat (Nativity)

SEA OF ROSARIES: Our Lady Of Aparecida

“Aubade: The Annunciation” (Thomas Merton) When the dim light, at Lauds, comes strike her window, Bellsong falls out of Heaven with a sound of glass. Prayers fly in the mind like larks, Thoughts hide in the height like hawks: And while the country churches tell their blessings to the distance, Her slow words move (Like summer winds the wheat) her innocent love: Desires glitter in her mind Like morning stars: Until her name is suddenly spoken Like a meteor falling. She can no longer hear shrill day Sing in the east, Nor see the lovely woods begin to toss their manes. … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: Our Lady Of Aparecida