There is a
lady
Comely and
most white,
Who in a
secret cavern
Hides from
the heat.
Yet when
the snow falls
Out she
comes to greet,
Those
admirers that seek
Her face to
behold.
O but few
there are
Who’ll
stroll through snow cold
To seek
that fairest white dame,
For
fireplace holds.
But when
she doth find
A wonderer
true,
No more
again is he found
For him she
hides.
The feast of the ‘Dedication of
the Basilica of St Mary Major’ (built in the mid fourth century), otherwise
known as ‘Our Lady of the Snows’, is connected to a legend whereby a wealthy
Roman couple who were without heirs made a vow to donate their possessions to
the Blessed Virgin Mary. They prayed for guidance as to how our Lady wanted
them to make use of their donation. On the night of the 5th of
August, they had a vision, and on the same night during the height of the Roman
summer, snow fell on the summit of the Esquine Hill. Obeying their vision of
Mary they built a basillica in honour of our Lady on the very spot that was
covered in snow.
'Our Lady of the Snows' |
The above poem was inspired by
the title of ‘Our Lady of the Snows’, and was in fact written during two days
of unusual snow fall on the property at which I live. As snow was relatively
novel to myself it sacramentally communicated a mysterious and alluring
quality, and this contributed to the mood in which this poem was written. The
following speaks of our Lady as the Lady of the Snow, She who hides those that
seek Her out of true devotion, hiding them in the safety and intimacy of the
secret cavern of Her Immaculate Heart and Womb. She hides from the heat, why? For the heat alluded to is the heat of
the human will, and the soul in which the human will dominates is a soul that
is in the midst of a sweltering summer. Our Lady hides from such a soul for the
heat of the human will repels Her from dwelling in such a soul and from drawing
him nigh. Yet the soul that desires to live in Divine and that resigns and
surrenders his will to the Divinity’s agenda for him, his soul becomes as it
were a winter wonderland in proportion to his desire and surrender. Hence it is
written: Yet when the snow falls / Out
she comes to greet; for in such a soul She is able to come out of hiding
and can dwell therein, poised and eager to greet the soul who desires and seeks
after Her the Beauteous Princess of the Divine Will; and the soul does this
through living out and deepening in Joseph his true devotion to Mary; hence
such a soul, as another Joseph, is an admirer that seeks Her face to behold. O but few
there are / Who’ll stroll through snow cold…/ For fireplace holds; for
indeed there are those who seek their own will and their souls are in the
season of summer; but then there are those who seek the Divine Will and are
thus in a state of spiritual winter[1],
but who despite desiring to live in Divine Will desire mildly so, and with
their own imperfect desire, as opposed to making the Divine Desire that
palpitates in this White Dame’s breast their own. Hence such souls are like
those who gather around the fireplace, unwilling to venture out in the unknown
and coldness of the snow; and if they do venture out they can only do so for so
long until they must return to the operation of their human will – to do good
for sure, but to do it in their own strength and by their own desire and not by
God’s. Thus fire place holds, which
is to say, their imperfect desire restrains them from journeying to meet the
Lady of the Snow, rendering it impossible for them to live in Divine Will until
they cast away their imperfect desire and let the Desire of the Holy Spirit
take over – for this Desire alone is enough to sustain and lead one through the
cold of the snow –the trials, limitations, and attachments arising from one’s
own imperfect self – that one must pass through in order to be one with the
Lady of the Snow who will hide the soul from the heat of the human will and
shall teach Him how to live in the Will of God. O but few there are / Who’ll
stroll through snow cold because few cease to rely on their own faith, hope and
love, on their own trust and desire to come to live in Divine Will, thus
compelling them to return to their human will’s operation. And because there
are few who realise that they must take everything from God in Mary, even the
very desire to live in Divine Will; and those who come to learn this lesson and
put it into practice very quickly pass through the snow and find the Dame whom
they seek. Thus when she doth find / A
wonderer true, / No more again is he found / For him she doth hide never to
be seen again; since His imperfect new self is gone, and all the imperfect
virtues of this new man are hidden in the Virgin Mary so that as a perfect new
man he operates in the secret intimacy of this Lady of the Snow who is his
Virginal Spouse and Fair Spring too.
[1]
Autumn is the passive purgation that disposes the soul in the winter to receive
the gift of living in the Divine Will; whilst Spring is the attainment of
actually living in It.
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