The monks of Mount Saviour end their day of rhythmic work and prayer, in the crypt of their chapel, where the pilgrim discovers this tender statue of the Virgin Mary with her Holy Child. The image was likely created in 13th century France and given to Father Damasus when he founded the monastery in the early 1950's. The monks have titled her: Queen of Peace.
Look! Mary carries Jesus off her left hip, as mothers do. She plays with his foot, while he tugs on her veil with both hands. The statue was originally painted, indeed, bits of color remain on the folds of her mantle, dress and hair. Mother and Child smile at each other. Silly to call those centuries, the Dark Ages.
Notice the ceiling ribs converging over her head. She is a prayer-locus. Here's my own prayer, but you can zoom in on the photo for a closer look and write your own. Prayer springs from our breathing and from our hearts, the doorway to which is silence.
I arise today ~
Mary's smile
and that of her Child.
In her playful carrying,
and her locked-on gaze.
In her crowned elegance,
and sparked prayer.
I arise today ~
whispered to
and enfolded in mantle.
Gladdened by wonder
and the Infant's climbing.
Protected and defended,
against the un-doing.
May I live this day ~
Hopeful in darkness,
Still standing in confusion,
Patient with weakness,
Good-hearted with ignorance,
Thawed by the death-news.
I arise today ~
Mary's smile
and that of her Child.
In her playful carrying,
and her locked-on gaze.
In her crowned elegance,
and sparked prayer.
I arise today ~
whispered to
and enfolded in mantle.
Gladdened by wonder
and the Infant's climbing.
Protected and defended,
against the un-doing.
May I live this day ~
Hopeful in darkness,
Still standing in confusion,
Patient with weakness,
Good-hearted with ignorance,
Thawed by the death-news.
