Today, in the Catholic Church, we celebrate the Solemnity of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary into Heaven. However, since this event is not explicitly recorded in Sacred Scripture, the Gospel reading for today features a different event from the life of Mary: her visit to her cousin Elizabeth.
I was inspired last April to write the following poem, entitled, "Went With Haste." It came to mind this morning while I was at Mass, and I was inspired to share it here. May it serve not only to bring you closer to our Blessed Mother and to celebrate her life but to encourage you to say "yes" to whatever the Lord is asking of you, as Our Lady did, without question, and without hesitation, even when you do not understand.
Blessed Mother, help us on our journey toward Heaven...Mama Mary, bring us home to you.
"Went With Haste" April 06, 2019 Mary went with haste to see the babe Her cousin Elizabeth was to bear Urged on by the message of a heavenly host Without a second thought or care She went without any selfish concern Though she’d been told she was also with child A child who was destined to rule the world Mary’s thoughts were running wild As she walked, she thought, and pondered the meaning Of the call she had received The angel had called her God’s favored one What could it possibly mean? “Blessed are thou among women! Blessed is the fruit of your womb!” Elizabeth wasn’t making any sense And Mary had only just entered the room She continued by saying her baby had leaped When Mary’s greeting reached their ears The realization of Who she held inside her Suddenly brought Mary to tears They hugged and cried and sang God’s praise And thanked Him for His favor “My soul magnifies the Lord!” said Mary “My spirit rejoices in God my Savior!” They went with haste to see the babe Cloth-bound in manger laid Urged on by choirs of heavenly hosts Who sung, “God’s name be praised!” They did not hesitate after this They did not doubt the words That on that day in Bethlehem Was born the Savior of the world They searched the city streets by night In the darkness that ensued They did not give up til babe was found A light had broken through Their once-dark world had been illumined There would be no turning back These former sinners transformed to saints Without a lash upon the rack I went with haste before the throne Of Jesus Christ, my Savior He is just as radiant from this monstrance As He was within the manger Lord, may I never cease to seek You May I always sing Your praise Both while on earth and after death Until the end of days