Daughters of Sion - Come and see the maiden of Nazareth as she is borne to Heaven, to receive the crown prepared for her on the day of her heart’s desire. (cf Song of Songs throughout).
‘Come then my love,
my lovely one, come,
For see winter is past,
the rains are over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth –
the wheat fields are all golden for the harvest.
The season of reaping has come.
Ag Criost an Siol
Ag Chriost an Fowhar
in iothalin Dé.
Go dtugtar sinn –
into God’s garnering,
may you, Mary, be drawn,
and he, your Son, repeats his invitation
with growing urgency.
We can sense how God too, is yearning to have his Bride come home.
Come, then my love, my lovely one, come,
my dove hiding in the cleft of the rock
in the home of John the Beloved.
For your voice is sweet and your face comely.
Mary you are indeed wholly beautiful, my love,
and without blemish.
‘Because he that is mighty has done great things in you’. (Lk.1)
“Oh, to be with you Mary in this place where you are. To say nothing, to gaze at your face. To let the heart sing its own language. To say nothing, but only sing because one’s heart is full. Like the blackbird which follows its own idea in sudden bursts of song. Because you are beautiful, because you are immaculate. The woman full of grace at length restored, the creature in her first honour and full bloom. Just as she came forth from God at the dawn of original splendour”. (The Virgin at Noon by Paul Claudel.)