But good Blessed Virgin, it seems to me that I am more fortunate than you, for I have you for Mother and you have no Blessed Virgin to love. Jesus on the Cross gave you to us for our Mother, so we are richer than you, since we possess Jesus and you are ours as well.
O Immaculate Virgin, O tenderest Mother!….you rejoiced that Jesus gave us His life and the infinite treasures of His divinity. How can we not love you and bless you, O Mary, for such great generosity. You love us as Jesus loves us, an for our sake you are willing to live far from Him. To love means to give all, to give one’s self, and you wanted to prove that by remaining our support. The Saviour knew well the secrets of your Mother’s heart, the immensity of your tenderness….Jesus left us to you, O Refuge of Sinners, when he left the cross to wait for us in heaven.
O Mary, I see you on Calvary’s height, standing near the cross like a priest at the altar, offering the sweet Emmanuel, you dear Jesus, to appease the Father’s justice. O desolate Mother, a prophet said of you: “There is no sorrow like to your sorrow.” O Queen of martyrs, standing there bereft, you pour out all your heart’s blood for us.
Bl. Elizabeth of the Trinity
O faithful Virgin, when you uttered your ‘fiat’, the greatest of all mysteries was accomplished in you. In what peace and recollection did you live and act! Teach me to sanctify my most trivial actions and to spend myself for others when charity requires it, yet all the while to remain like you the constant adorer of God within me.
O Virgin most faithful, you remain night and day in profound silence, in ineffable peace, in a divine prayer that never ceases, your soul ever inundated with heavenly light. Your heart is like a crystal that reflects the divine One, the Guest who dwells in you, the Beauty that knows no setting. O Mary, you draw heaven down to you: see the Father commits His Son to you that you may be His mother, and the Spirit of love overshadows you. The Blessed Three come to you, and all heaven is opened and abases itself before you, O Virgin Mary.
Mother of the Word, show me your mystery after the Incarnation of the Lord; how you lived buried in adoration….Keep me ever in a divine embrace. Let me carry upon me the stamp of this God of love.
O Mary, you are the one created being who knew the gift of God, and lost no particle of it; a creature so pure and luminous that you seemed to be the light itself. “Mirror of justice”: your life was so simple, so lost in God, that there is but little to say of it; “faithful virgin”: who kept all these things…in your heart.” You were so lowly, so hidden in God in the seclusion of the temple that you drew upon yourself the complacent regard of the Holy Trinity. “For he has regarded the low estate of his handmaid, for behold, henceforth all generations will call me blessed.”
The Father, bending down to you, a creature so lovely, so unaware of your own beauty, chose you for the Mother in time of him whose Father is in eternity. Then the Spirit of love, who presides over all the works of God, overshadowed you, and, O Virgin, you uttered your ‘Fiat’: Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it done to me according to your word,” and the greatest of all mysteries was accomplished. By the descent of the Word into your womb, you became God’s own for ever and ever.