Friday, August 15, 2008

Happy Feast of the Assumption

We made it to Mass, but just barely. "My pants are wrinkled," I complained as we arrived in the church parking lot a minute or so on the late side. "I never even combed my hair" I continued stepping out into the rain, "Or put on make up. Do I look like somebody who's pregnancy insomnia has finally crashed, who spent the day concerned about a loved one, who took a nap and woke up with a sore throat, threw dinner together, and left the dishes in the sink?"

"Mama," Simeon said with the practical wisdom of a boy, "You don't ALWAYS have to look beautiful."

I suppose I don't.

But the Mass was beautiful, the Gospel was beautiful, the sermon was beautiful and I thought this hymn was beautiful...

Mary the dawn, Christ the Perfect Day;
Mary the gate, Christ the Heavenly Way!

Mary the root, Christ the Mystic Vine;
Mary the grape, Christ the Sacred Wine!

Mary the wheat, Christ the Living Bread;
Mary the stem, Christ the Rose blood-red!

Mary the font, Christ the Cleansing Flood;
Mary the cup, 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
By all things blest while endless ages run. Amen.