My Magnificat

My Magnificat

 

 My soul sings and out of its darkness.  It proclaims the ever-present God.  I rejoice because you and your mother were there.  You were there in my agony and I was never alone.  You embraced me and I seek your favor as your undeserving servant.

 

 From now until forever I will call on my blessed Mother who will immerse me in her sweetness and take me to her Son.

 

 The Almighty stands on His throne and reigns all that is; seen and unseen and gifts me with a Mother.  Holy is the name of God and blessed forever is the name of my Mother...Mary.  She stands above all humanity as the one who would never refuse your will.  She embraces me and I know she saw the tears of a child clutching her rag doll and stroked her hair in the long, lonely, terror-filled nights.

 

 She showed me mercy and took me to the heart of her Son, who I couldn't go to on my own for fear and self-hatred.  She took me to Him and always takes me to Him, "Do whatever He tells you" a gentle whisper in my ear as I stand shaking before the one who is feared by every nation.

 

 He shows me the only love I ever had and asked me from the cross, "Leave them to me" so that I can let go of my anger and His arm will scatter their wickedness to hell where it belongs.  Those who discard us in pride will wallow in their conceit and he will "take care of them" in a way that is just and right. 

 

 Those who stand and boast and who left me behind, those who build up themselves with the cast off hurting in their wake will be brought down from their thrones of pride and He will show them the error of their ways.  He will show he is the only one who deserves a throne and his seat is the one of mercy and justice.

 

 Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness for they shall be filled and those who see no need for a Savior will wander empty.  His Mother will continue to call to them and plead with her Son, "They have no wine".  She will continue to try to bring them to the cross where the blood of her Son will satisfy their thirst and the thirst of her Son for their love.  His blood is our wine changed by the Eucharist, our Thanksgiving, now and for eternity.

 

 You never forgot my nightly prayer, "Please make me a good Christian and Catholic so I can go to heaven".  Thirty years later you answered my prayer and kept your promise to hear and answer all prayers in your name when you walked the earth. 

 

 Thanksgiving and praise to you God for your many gifts and for your mother who you gave to your church.  My heart sings in song and thanksgiving.  Blessed be God and blessed be our mother Mary now and forever.