These are 5 separate ideas (steps) on which to meditate on while saying

the HAIL MARY’S, with poetic thoughts based on each step.

 

I believe the thoughts were shared with me during the week’s meetings

through the Holy Spirit, and by the Blessed Virgin herself, as she

wrapped herself around me in a warm, yellow light.  It sounds surreal,

but I “felt” her presence in that way.

 

 

 

A Poetic Chaplet of:  Marian Meditation Miracles

 

A Gift From The Priest of Snow

 

Father Donald Higgins

 

 

 

1. FAITH God’s Gift – Our Response

 

  It is with heart in hand I come,

    To greet Her now with praise.

  For when She melted ‘round me,

    I saw her in new ways.

 

  Your love, O Holy Mother, flowed. . .

    An endless stream – translucent light. . .

  That wrapped around my quieted self,

    In warmth so sweet, Your presence bright.

 

2. DISCIPLESHIP  The three-fold challenge

 

  Trusting God through meekness

    Humility, now my goal.

  Speaking “YES” to Jesus,

    Brings peace, to fill my soul.

 

  Because He loved His Mother,

    And She loved her little boy,

  I now allow my Christ - emerge

    In confidence, hope, and joy.

 

 

3. HOLY SPIRIT   His role in our life

 

  This gift to find Her. . . now so full

    And from the Priest of snow,

  Is given as to fill my cup –

    That I will surely grow.

 

  The Breath of God, I draw within,

      The Father and the Son,

  Creating light for understanding.

    The Spirit’s work, begun.

 

4. THE EUCHARIST Our Lord’s Unique Presence

 

  My soul was purchased by you, Lord

    Through Your body and Your blood,

  And begs to ever linger near,

    In faith, and hope and holy love.

 

  By graces from Your mother,

    Through Your priest, I do receive,

  And live my life in Eucharist

    Because I do believe.

 

 

5. MARY Her Role In The Interior Life Of Christ

 

  Your touch. . .

is more, than I had known

    And I longed to understand

  The flood of tears I could not hide,

    Cleansed heart, and praying hands.

 

  To know you clearly as my own,

    And speak with you in prayer,

  My sweet & tender Mother. . .

    I thank you, for your care.

 

     By Priscilla Rose-Wyatt

                    2001