I love this arrangement by the late Richard Proulx. May he rest in peace. I'm not fond of the visual images that accompany this motet, so if you are of a like mind, just close your eyes and listen. I don't know what's up. It seems like every time I want to do something special to honor Mary, my plans are thwarted by a headache. Today was one of the worst ever. I could not wait to come home and lie down in a dark room. It was 8PM before I knew it.
Because she is a mother, I know that Mary understands my imperfection and that in spite of it, I wish to do whatever I can to please her and console her Immaculate Heart. I also know I am an abysmal failure in this regard as time after time, I squander every opportunity to suffer in silence and make a heroic effort to ignore the bad behavior of some of those around me at work. I squander every opportunity not to give in to weakness which is displeasing to her in an effort to rid myself of the pain.
The last time I had a headache like this was on the Feast of the Assumption. I'm either being tested, or something really wants to drive a wedge between me and Our Lady.
Please, dear Mother, do not give up on your miserable daughter.
Mary the Dawn, Christ the Perfect Day;
Mary the Gate, Christ the Heav'nly Way!
Mary the Root, Christ the Mystic Vine;
Mary the Grape, Christ the Sacred Wine!
Mary the Wheat-sheaf, Christ the Living Bread;
Mary the Rose-Tree, Christ the Rose Blood-red!
Mary the Font, Christ the Cleansing Flood;
Mary the Chalice, Christ the Saving Blood!
Mary the Temple, Christ the Temple's Lord;
Mary the Shrine, Christ the God adored!
Mary the Beacon, Christ the Haven's Rest;
Mary the Mirror, Christ the Vision Blest!
Mary the Mother, Christ the Mother's Son.
Both ever blest while endless ages run.