Mary, the Violin

Mary, Virgin, Mother of God,
The perfectly fashioned,
And tuned instrument,
A violin,
In the hands of God,
As He plays His music
For the Son.

©2012 Joann Nelander

Mary, Ark of the New Covenant

Mary,Ark of the New Covenant

A biblical look at the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary

St. Bernadette

On December 8th 1933, Pope Pius XI declared Bernadette Soubirous a Saint of the Catholic Church, her feast day was fixed for February 18th, the day her Lady promised to make her happy, not in this life, but in the next. However, she was also given two more feast days, April 16 – the day of her death & February 11 – the day her Lady stepped from Heaven into her heart (the feast day of Our Lady of Lourdes).

Mary, the Violin

Mary, Virgin, Mother of God,
The perfectly fashioned,
And tuned instrument,
A violin,
In the hands of God,
As He plays His music
For the Son.

©2012 Joann Nelander

Virgin Mary Consoles Eve

H/T Artist – Sr. Grace Remington, OCSO

This painting is so consoling, I just have to share it again since Advent brings us closer and closer to the precious moment of our Savior’s birth.  He comes to save Fallen Man, and with such a gentle hand.

*Notice the feet in this painting.

 

“Virgin Mary Consoles Eve”


Crayon and pencil by Sr. Grace Remington, OCSO
Copyright 2005, Sisters of the Mississippi Abbey

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Advent Prayer in Waiting

The moment of our Savior’s Birth draws near and joy is on the horizon. A poetic and prayerful  meditation:

 

Advent is upon my soul.
Divine gift of season,
I listen for the cry of a First Born Son,
Begotten before Time begun,
And enfleshed in the Virgin’s womb.

I come to her,
Who is the Ark,
Your Mercy Seat.
Kneeling beside her,
In these pregnant moments,
I lay my head upon her lap.

Her wonderment, and awe,
In steadfast contemplation,
Inspire angels’ songs.

I hear their reverent voices
In my night.
Their chorus bids me come.
Come to the stable of simplicity.

Leave the noisy city for a deserted place,
The Wilderness, whose hidden way
Leads to the waiting manger,
Now, in expectant readiness,
For the Food, that will feed
The hungry world.

My Advent prayer,
Come, O Holy Infant!
Come to my straw

 

©2010 Joann Nelander