The Trustworthiness of the Blessed Virgin Mary
But she who had taken no account of herself ever was not likely to be concerned about herself now, in the very moment when all that had in any way survived of self was effaced in him, when all her being was for ever immersed in his mystery so that henceforth she was nought save a living relation to him. Supremely stripped of self, she could now only give herself eternally in the Child she had conceived of the Holy Spirit—not as the glorified image of herself but as the splendor of the Father’s glory shining through the transparence of her poverty.
Her very motherhood consummated her yielding up of all that was hers. In a unique sense she was the Woman who was poor…
When the angel was gone, she thought of those who waited in the expectation of the Life which was coming through her. She rose and went to Elizabeth to inaugurate that mission which she was never to cease to accomplish, bearing Christ in her and arousing from their night his children seated in the shadow of death as she sets echoing in their heart the cry which preludes the Gospel in the liturgy called that of Saint John Chysostom: