Quote of the day: 11 February

To Lourdes, in the Pyrenees

 

Beneath my trembling fingers, vibrate, O my lyre,
Together let us sing a new hymn
To greet this beautiful country
And to express what it inspires within me.
Hello, hello, beautiful nature!
Hello, immortal mountains
Hello, you who make us dream of Heaven,
O solitary and blessed grotto
Where I so love to contemplate Mary,
Where everything is pure, calm, quiet.
O Lourdes, miraculous land,
A foretaste of the Eternal Home,
Are you not a little corner of Heaven…
In the midst of the valley of darkness?
I would never wish to leave you.
Alas, we must be separated,
And for how many years will that be?
You whom I love, dear Pyrenees!…
Who knows? One day, among you,
Perhaps she will bring me back,
That Madonna of Massabielle?
How sweet that happiness would seem to me!
I would return, poor, lonely
And having nothing left on this earth
If not the Heart, the Cross of Jesus.
Oh! Can one desire anything more!…
Is this not the supreme treasure
That Jesus gives to all those whom He loves:
For to the privileged ones within His Heart
Jesus shares his pain!

In the meantime, mountains so dear,
O blessed and lonely grotto,
Beautiful country that makes you dream of Heaven,
I must, therefore, tell you
   A Dieu.

Saint Elizabeth of the Trinity

P 59 To Lourdes, in the Pyrenees
22 July 1898

 

Lourdes Our Lady prays the rosary window detail paullew flickr 2085623379
Detail of the window in the upper basilica at Lourdes depicting the first apparition. This is how St. Bernadette described it: ‘She looked at me immediately, smiled at me and signed to me to advance as if she had been my mother. All fear had left me, but I seemed to know no longer where I was. I rubbed my eyes, I shut them; but the lady was still there continuing to smile at me making me understand that I was not mistaken. Without thinking of what I was doing I took my rosary in my hands and went on my knees. The lady made with her head a sign of approval and herself took into her hands a rosary which hung on her right arm. When I attempted to begin the rosary and tried to lift up my hand to my forehead my arm remained paralyzed, and it was only after the lady had signed herself (with the sign of the cross) that I could do the same. The lady left me to pray all alone; she passed the beads of her rosary through her fingers, but she said nothing; only at the end of each decade did she say the Gloria with me. When the recitation of the rosary was finished, the lady returned to the interior of the rock and the golden cloud disappeared with her.’ | Commentary and photo credit: Fr. Lawrence Lew, OP / Flickr CC BY-NC 2.0 

 

Sous mes doigts tremblants, vibre, ô ma lyre,
Chantons ensemble un hymne nouveau
Pour saluer ce pays si beau
Et pour exprimer ce qu’il m’inspire.
Salut, salut, nature si belle !
Salut, montagnes immortelles
Salut, toi qui fais rêver aux Cieux,
O grotte solitaire et bénie
Où j’aime tant contempler Marie,
Où tout est pur, calme, silencieux.
O Lourdes, terre miraculeuse,
Avant-goût du Séjour éternel,
N’est-tu pas un petit coin du Ciel
Au milieu de la vallée ombreuse ?
J’aimerais ne jamais vous quitter.
Hélas, il faudra nous séparer,
Et ce sera pour combien d’années ?
Vous que j’aime, chères Pyrénées !…
Qui sait ? Un jour, au milieu de vous,
Peut-être me ramènera-t-elle,
Cette Madone de Massabielle ?
Que ce bonheur me semblerait doux !
Je reviendrais, pauvre, solitaire
Et n’ayant plus rien sur cette terre
Sinon le Coeur, la Croix de Jésus.
Oh ! peut-on désirer rien de plus !…
N’est-ce pas là le trésor suprême
Que Jésus donne à tous ceux qu’Il aime :
Car aux privilégiés de son Coeur
Jésus fait partager sa douleur !

En attendant, montagnes si chères,
O grotte bénie et solitaire,
Beau pays qui fais rêver aux Cieux,
Il faut donc que je vous dise
   A Dieu.

 

 

de la Trinité, E 1996, Oeuvres complètes / édition critique réalisée par le P. Conrad de Meester, carme, Les Editions du Cerf, Paris.
Translation from the French text is the blogger’s own work product and may not be reproduced without permission

 

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