SEA OF ROSARIES: Our Lady of La Salette

“La Salette,” by Thomas Merton It is a hundred years since your shy feetVentured to stand upon the pasture grass of the highAlps, Coming no deeper in our smoky atmosphereThan these blue skies, the mountain eyesOf the two shepherd children, young as flowers,Born to be dazzled by no mortal snow. Lady, it is a hundred yearsSince those fair, terrible tearsReproved, with their amazing griefAll the proud candor of those altitudes:Crowning the flowers at your feetWith diamonds, that seized upon, transfigured intonails of lightThe rays of the mountain sun!- And by their news,(Which came with cowbells to the evening villageAnd to … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: Our Lady of La Salette