Listening to Salve Regina

Mary - all creation calls Her Queen,

And we too - though we call Her Mother as well

In the ruins of an ancient building,

I listen to the solemn Salve Regina.

What beauty hides behind 

The sweet, poignant melody!

Such beauty the world cannot bear.

All shall be well -

Immersed in this beauty,

I want to run out onto the streets,

Like a modern day Archimedes in

The streets of Syracuse,

Not shouting Eureka,

But crying Beauty softly to myself.

I throw away every manly façade

And cry like a little child

(Whose child I am She knows)

I hear all creation

Begin to joyfully whisper,

"All shall be well

And all manner of thing shall be well."

I would want to weep in a Cathedral

For years and years

For the beauty of this melody

And the incredible beauty of this Queen,

Is more than mortal heart can bear.

I bid all the world weep,

With tears of joy, that we have a Mother so loving

I rush into Her embrace.

Mary draws me close to Herself,

And like a little child in its mother's arms

I rest peacefully.

She gives me a gift, a word,

One She had used long time ago

And uses every moment.

She whispers in my ear: Fiat

She also tells me that She would

Lead me to Her Son.

Ad Jesus Per Mariam.

I acquiesce. Fiat. Let it be, I whisper to Jesus.

"I will take care of everything," She says to me,

Smiling at my helplessness. "Trust me."

"I will lead you to God."

All shall be well

She also says to me: "I bid you, fight."

"Fight who?" I ask, confused.

"Not who", She answers. "But for who.

Fight for God."

She gives me a sword,

A powerful, double-edged sword,

Forged of light and fire.

"What is its name", I ask.

"Voluntas," She says, and hands it to me.

Now I feel like a knight 

Who has sworn an oath

To live for God,

Whatever it takes.

I needs must fight with the will,

And choose Christ over everything else, 

And in the choosing, find Christ.

She is here

We are in her embrace

Mother of us all, 

Yet formidable Queen too.

She will lead us to Christ.

Everything will be fine.

Everything will soon be most beautiful.

We only have to continue choosing

What is good, with God's grace,

And never reject Him. And then - 

All shall be well

And all manner of thing

    shall be

        well