“…Earth has guessed much and rhythm
the hymn behind the world in the stroke of her waves.
Saves hope like the Mother of Joy, believing. Grief like Our Lady of Sorrows, treasuring.
Measuring the swift flight of her son’s feet on the san against the day he shakes the giant awak
and, with us all, leaps like silver to heaven.”
- Mark Shea, from Rosario, published in Convivium Journal (volume 2).