Oh, Dearest Mother, Sweetest Virgin of Altagracia, our Patroness. You are our Advocate and to you we recommend our needs. You are our Teacher and like disciples we come to learn from the example of your holy life. You are our Mother, and like children, we come to offer you all of the love of our hearts. Receive, dearest Mother, our offerings and listen attentively to our supplications. Amen.

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Posted: Jan 29 2009 at 4:51pm | IP Logged Quote CathinCoffeland

I don't know if anyone has already posted this one up but here is a link to some Candlemas poetry.


Here is one to the same site with that has Mary flowers including a nice pic of candlemas bells ie snowdrops

Hope they work!


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Posted: Feb 01 2011 at 5:05pm | IP Logged Quote hylabrook1

Those are lovely links. Thanks for posting (and for bumping)

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Posted: Feb 01 2011 at 5:07pm | IP Logged Quote MaryM

A Song for Simeon
T.S. Eliot

Lord, the Roman hyacinths are blooming in bowls and
The winter sun creeps by the snow hills;
The stubborn season has made stand.
My life is light, waiting for the death wind,
Like a feather on the back of my hand.
Dust in sunlight and memory in corners
Wait for the wind that chills towards the dead land.

Grant us thy peace.
I have walked many years in this city,
Kept faith and fast, provided for the poor,
Have taken and given honour and ease.
There went never any rejected from my door.
Who shall remember my house, where shall live my children’s children
When the time of sorrow is come ?
They will take to the goat’s path, and the fox’s home,
Fleeing from the foreign faces and the foreign swords.

Before the time of cords and scourges and lamentation
Grant us thy peace.
Before the stations of the mountain of desolation,
Before the certain hour of maternal sorrow,
Now at this birth season of decease,
Let the Infant, the still unspeaking and unspoken Word,
Grant Israel’s consolation
To one who has eighty years and no to-morrow.

According to thy word,
They shall praise Thee and suffer in every generation
With glory and derision,
Light upon light, mounting the saints’ stair.
Not for me the martyrdom, the ecstasy of thought and prayer,
Not for me the ultimate vision.
Grant me thy peace.
(And a sword shall pierce thy heart,
Thine also).
I am tired with my own life and the lives of those after me,
I am dying in my own death and the deaths of those after me.
Let thy servant depart,
Having seen thy salvation.

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Posted: Feb 02 2011 at 2:14pm | IP Logged Quote Mackfam

From Maiden and Mother: Prayers, Hymns, Songs and Devotions to Honour the Blessed Virgin Mary Throughout the Year

Translation, Alan G. McDougall (dates unknown)

The golden dawn hath brought the light of that blest day
Adorned with the childbearing of a virgin fair,
When God descended from his throne on high
Sent from the Father, and in flesh willed to be born,
Remaining still the Sole-begotten of the Lord.

And here on earth for us he deigned to undergo
The holy rites commanded by the ancient law
Writ by the hand of Moses, though he rules on high
The shining hosts of angels in his Father's land
And built the earth and sea and sky and all the stars.

And knowing now the mystic forty days were past
Ordained of old by the commandment of the Lord,
Mary the mother-maid took up the holy child
Who ever with the Founder of the world is one,
And bore him in her arms unto the temple halls.

The blessed Mother nestling bare against her breast
The God who made her and upheld her, veiled in flesh,
And looking down on him who is both God and man
She kissed with the sweet kisses of her mouth his lips,
Those lips that spake of old time, and the worlds were made.

And the two parents brought before the Lord of Hosts
Two pigeons clothed in plumage soft and white as milk,
And in the temple gave a pair of turtledoves
That should be consecrate as a burnt sacrifice,
As had of old been writ and sanctioned by the Law.

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