There is nobody and no body.

Today is the Feast of the Assumption of Mary. In her honor, I dedicate this post and this day.

I cannot say it better and I will not try. Simply one poem and one annunication to offer Her in the hope that I might one day join Her. The first written by William Wordsworth in “The Virgin”:

“Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost

With the least shade of thought to sin allied.

Woman! above all women glorified,

Our tainted nature's solitary boast;

Purer than foam on central ocean tost;

Brighter than eastern skies at daybreak strewn

With fancied roses, than the unblemished moon

Before her wane begins on heaven's blue coast;

Thy image falls to earth. Yet some, I ween,

Not unforgiven the suppliant knee might bend,

As to a visible Power, in which did blend

All that was mixed and reconciled in thee

Of mother's love with maiden purity,

Of high with low, celestial with terrene!"

And the second from Archangel Gabriel from the Gospel of St. Luke:

“Hail, full of grace…blessed are thou amongst women.”