mary: mother of jesus

Daily Consecration Prayer: 

 I consencrate myself and my family To Jesus through Mary ,With my Lord and my God, By body and blood, soul and divinity, with the Holy Spirit, Together with all the saints and Angels in Heaven. And my guardian angels here on earth, To become a Saint, as Mary’s instrument of Grace , for the Salvation of souls Amen

 Consecration to Mary: 

 My Queen and my Mother, I give myself entirely to you; and to show my devotion to you, I consecrate to you this day my eyes, my ears, my mouth, my heart, my whole being without reserve. Wherefore, good Mother, as I am your own, keep me, guard me, as your property and possession. Amen.

 “Oh Mary , My Mother conceived without sin, pray for us, who have recourse to thee”

 “Continue to Pray the Rosary everyday” -Our Lady of Fatima

(tell me,
how would you have loved him?)

i would have loved him like starlight.
like a bird loves the sky,
like a gardener new plants
i would have loved him like a precious thing.
beautiful and fragile and more
more than i could ever be.

(would you be mary, then?

oh, all.

i would have loved him like mother.
would have felt every sacrifice,
every lash,
every tear as though it were my own.
would have smoothed his hair on nights
when the air was too heavy with work left to be done.
would have told him ‘sleep,’
though he’d plea, 'one prayer more.’
when he was gone
i would have laid awake at night,
arms curled like they were holding the babe 
long lost to me.

i would have loved him like magdalene,
i would have followed him to the ends of the earth and back,
small thanks for the one who finally quieted the demons.
i would have readied him for the grave shaking.
would have stood there at the empty tomb, teary-eyed,
hands in fists,
begging, 'where have they taken my lord?’
i would have wept with joy when he said my name.
when he was gone,
i would have carried on his message
as the only light of his i had left to combat the darkness.

i would have loved him like bethany,
fallen woman,
judged for past and present,
for rubbing oil on his feet
for being unable to do anything but hear his words
even when my sister needed aid.
i would have loved him like he was starlight.
like he was the sun.
i would have loved him like he was the only one to see
and to care for who i really was,
because he was.
when he was gone,
i would have wept for lost chances.

i would have loved him, then.
like mother, like apostle, like redeemed.
would have seen him and known him to be more
than i ever could be.
would have loved him
for he would have made me feel like more
than i ever could have dreamed.

—  had i known Christ then, Drea Onzagle

Hail Mary, full of sorrow,
The Crucified is with you,
sorrowful are you amongst women
And sorrowful is the fruit
of your womb Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of the Crucified,
Obtain tears for us,
Crucifiers of your Son,
Now and at the hour
of our death. Amen.

—  Hail Mary of Our Lady of Sorrows, composed by Saint Bonaventure of Bagnoreggio. Translated from Latin by Fr Alfredo Pallotta, c.p.

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day! I feel blessed to have been able to attend Mass inside Saint Patrick’s Cathedral at home in Melbourne today. St. Pat is the patron Saint of the Archdiocese of Melbourne ☺️

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