Reflecting on Luke 1: 39-45
Last year at this time I told you of the beautiful song The Visit, which recounts Mary’s encounter with her cousin Elizabeth (and her pre-born child John the Baptist). I received more comments on the website which accompanies this column about that song than any column in three years. I gratefully offer it again, reprinted with permission from Sr. Miriam Therese Winter of the Medical Missionary Sisters. And may you each, like Elizabeth, experience the joy of the presence of Christ, this Christmas and always.
She walked in the summer, through the heat on the hill. She hurried as one who went with a will.
She danced in the sunlight when the day was done. Her heart knew no evening. She carried the Sun.
Fresh as a flower at the first ray of dawn, she came to her cousin, whose morning had gone.
There leaped a little child in the ancient womb, and there leaped a little hope in every ancient tomb.
Hail, little sister you herald the spring. Hail, brave mother, you carried our King.
Hail to the Moment beneath your breast. May all generations call you blessed.
When you walk in the summer through the heat on the hill, when you’re one with the wind, and one with God’s will,
Be glad with the burden you are blessed to bear. For it’s Christ who you carry everywhere, everywhere… everywhere.
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I have come to light a fire on the earth; how I wish it were already burning (Lk.12:49).
Kathy McGovern © 2014-2015