Thursday, December 25, 2008

Merry Christmas!

A photo taken of the Spanish Infant in Grotto's Sanctuary last year.


It's a little after 4:00am and I have just walked in the door after spending half the night (literally) at Assumption Grotto (ok - so I stayed for a while with friends in the school lounge singing Christmas Carols, led by Fr. Perrone).

I took pictures at Midnight Mass, but they must undergo some processing.

Have a blessed Christmas Day!

Te Deum Laudamus! Home

The obedient are not held captive by Holy Mother Church; it is the disobedient who are held captive by the world!

2 comments:

Peter Simpson said...

A very happy Christmas Diane, and many thanks for your lovely blog. I always enjoy reading it.

Anonymous said...

A SOLIS ortus cardine
adusque terrae limitem
Christum canamus Principem,
natum Maria Virgine.

FROM lands that see the sun arise,
to earth's remotest boundaries,
the Virgin-born today we sing,
the Son of Mary, Christ the King.

Beatus auctor saeculi
servile corpus induit,
ut carne carnem liberans
non perderet quod condidit.

Blest Author of this earthly frame,
to take a servant's form he came,
that liberating flesh by flesh,
whom he had made might live afresh.

Clausae1 parentis viscera
caelestis intrat gratia;
venter puellae baiulat
secreta quae non noverat.

In that chaste parent's holy womb,
celestial grace hath found its home: and she, as earthly bride unknown, yet call that Offspring blest her own.

Domus pudici pectoris
templum repente fit Dei;
intacta nesciens virum
verbo concepit Filium2.

The mansion of the modest breast
becomes a shrine where God shall rest: the pure and undefiled one
conceived in her womb the Son.

Enixa3 est puerpera
quem Gabriel praedixerat,
quem matris alvo gestiens
clausus Ioannes senserat.4

That Son, that royal Son she bore,
whom Gabriel's voice had told afore: whom, in his Mother yet concealed, the Infant Baptist had revealed.

Feno iacere pertulit,
praesepe non abhorruit,
parvoque lacte pastus est5
per quem nec ales esurit.

The manger and the straw he bore,
the cradle did he not abhor:
a little milk his infant fare
who feedeth even each fowl of air.

Gaudet chorus caelestium
et Angeli canunt Deum,
palamque fit pastoribus
Pastor, Creator omnium.

The heavenly chorus filled the sky,
the Angels sang to God on high,
what time to shepherds watching lone they made creation's Shepherd known.

Iesu, tibi sit gloria,
qui natus es de Virgine,
cum Patre et almo Spiritu,
in sempiterna saecula. Amen.

All honor, laud, and glory be,
O Jesu, Virgin-born, to Thee;
all glory, as is ever meet,
to the Father and to Paraclete. Amen.