Friday, March 25, 2011

FEAST OF THE ANNUNCIATION


BOTTICELLI, Sandro - Cestello Annunciation
Galleria degli Uffizi, Florence
Aubade: The Annunciation

When the dim light, at Lauds, comes strike her window,
Bellsong falls out of Heaven with a sound of glass.

Prayers fly in the mind like larks,
Thoughts hide in the height like hawks:
And while the country churches tell their blessings to the
distance,
Her slow words move
(Like summer winds the wheat) her innocent love:
Desires glitter in her mind
Like morning stars:

Until her name is suddenly spoken
Like a meteor falling.

She can no longer hear shrill day
Sing in the east,
Nor see the lovely woods begin to toss their manes.
The rivers have begun to sing.
The little clouds shine in the sky like girls:
She has no eyes to see their faces.

Speech of an angel shines in the waters of her thought
like diamonds,
Rides like a sunburst on the hillsides of her heart.

And is brought home like harvests,
Hid in her house, and stored
Like the sweet summer's riches in our peaceful barns.

But in the world of March outside her dwelling,
The farmers and the planters
Fear to begin their sowing, and its lengthy labor,
Where, on the brown, bare furrows,
The winter wind still croons as dumb as pain.


Thomas Merton - 1946

PRAYER

Pour your grace into our hearts, O Lord; that we who have known the incarnation of your Son Jesus Christ, announced by an angel to the Virgin Mary, may by his cross and passion be brought unto the glory of his resurrection; who lives and reigns with you, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever.

READINGS

Psalm 40:1-11 or
Canticle 3;
Isaiah 7:10-14;
Hebrews 10:5-10;
Luke 1:26-3

Padre Mickey posted a lovely sermon for the feast.

8 comments:

  1. What a beautiful combination. Knew the Botticelli painting, didn't know the Merton poem. Thanks for adding beauty and substance to the feast!

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  2. I like the images of Mary getting pregnant through her ear. Hearing the word.

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  3. Penny, thanks. I adore Botticelli's Madonnas. They are so beautiful they make me want to weep. And the poem is lovely.

    Ann, that's a new insight for me - pregnant through the ear. In Botticelli's painting, Mary's body language seems to say to Gabriel, "I don't want to hear it." I kind of like the idea that Mary comes somewhat slowly to acceptance. "How can this be...?"

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  4. I love the Botticelli painting too. Utterly gorgeous.

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  5. Thanks for prepping me to see the original next month. In YOUR city.

    See how complaisant I can be?

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  6. Beyond complaisant, my dear Paul. As you hurry (LOL!) past the statue of David at the Academia, look for the Botticelli Madonnas, if they have not been moved.

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