Friday, November 30, 2012

A Virgin a Day - Day One



I. Dawn. The Hour of Lauds.


There is in all visible things an invisible fecundity, a
dimmed light, a meek namelessness, a hidden whole-
ness. This mysterious Unity and Integrity is Wisdom,
the Mother of all, Natura naturans. There is in all
things an inexhaustible sweetness and purity, a silence
that is a fount of action and joy. It rises up in word-
less gentleness and flows out to me from the unseen
roots of all created being, welcoming me tenderly,
saluting me with indescribable humility. This is at
once my own being, my own nature, and the Gift of
my Creator's Thought and Art within me, speaking
as Hagia Sophia, speaking as my sister, Wisdom.

I am awakened, I am born again at the voice of this,
my Sister, sent to me from the depths of the divine
fecundity.



It is like being awakened by Eve. It is like being
awakened by the Blessed Virgin. It is like coming
forth from primordial nothingness and standing in
clarity, in Paradise.



In the cool hand of the nurse there is the touch of all
life, the touch of Spirit.

Thus Wisdom cries out to all who will hear (Sapientia
clamitat in plateis) and she cries out particularly
to the little, to the ignorant and the helpless.

Who is more little, who is more poor than the helpless
man who lies asleep in his bed without awareness and
without defense? Who is more trusting than
he who must entrust himself each night to sleep?
What is the reward of his trust? Gentleness comes to
him when he is most helpless and awakens him,
refreshed, beginning to be made whole. 




Love takes him
by the hand, and opens to him the doors of another
life, another day.




(But he who has defended himself, fought for himself
in sickness, planned for himself, guarded himself, loved
himself alone and watched over his own life all night, is
killed at last by exhaustion. For him there is no newness.
Everything is stale and old.)



When the helpless one awakens strong as the voice of
mercy, it is as if Life his Sister, as if the Blessed Virgin,
(his own flesh, his own sister), as if Nature made wise
by God's Art and Incarnation were to stand over him and
invite him with unutterable sweetness to be awake and to
live. This is what it means to recognize Hagia Sophia.

extract from Hagia Sophia by Thomas Merton (Maria Lodewicus)
Statue from the Mary Garden and shrine at Sancta Maria (my home)


I am so happy that today, the first of the twelve days
of A Virgin a Day has arrived!
Thank you dear Rebecca for hosting
this lovely meme - one so close to my heart!

I love it so much that I am participating
with two blogs.
On Her Grace by Devata I am sharing with you
my shrines and shadowboxes
that tell the many stories and wonders
of the Blessed Mother.


Please visit Rebecca at Recuerda Mi Corazon
where you will find other sharings of
A Virgin a Day
for the next twelve days




Monday, November 26, 2012

A Virgin a Day




It is nearly that time again :

join us on 1 December for twelve days
to celebrate Twelve Days of Mary
hosted by



Be sure to visit here and at the many other
magical sharings!


My favourite time of the year.