The glories of MaryLiguori, Alfonso Maria de', Saint
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The glories of Mary
Liguori, Alfonso Maria de', Saint
Mary, Blessed Virgin, Saint -- Early works to 1800
But the death of Mary draws near. The divine love, with its blessed and
ardent flames, having almost entirely consumed the vital spirits, the
celestial phœnix is going to lose her life in the midst of this fire.
Then the hosts of angels come to meet her, as if to be ready for the
great triumph with which they were to accompany her to paradise. Mary
was indeed consoled at the sight of these holy spirits; but not fully
consoled, for she did not yet see her beloved Jesus, who was the whole
love of her heart. Hence she often repeated to the angels who descended
to salute her: “I adjure you, oh daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my
beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love.”[1295] Oh holy
angels! oh blessed citizens of the heavenly Jerusalem! ye come in hosts
kindly to console me, and ye all console me with your sweet presence; I
thank you, but ye all do not fully satisfy me, for I do not yet see my
Son coming to console me. Go, if you love me, return to paradise, and
tell my beloved, from me, that I languish and faint for his love. Tell
him to come, and come quickly, for I am dying with my desire to see him.
But behold, Jesus himself comes to take his mother to the kingdom of
the blessed. It was revealed to St. Elizabeth, that the Son appeared to
Mary before she expired, with the cross in his hand, to show the special
glory he had obtained from the redemption, having by his death made the
acquisition of this great creature, who through the ages of eternity
was to honor him more than all men and all angels. St. John of Damascus
relates, that he gave to her the viaticum, saying to her, tenderly: Take,
oh my mother, from my hands, that same body which thou hast given me. And
the mother having received with the greatest love that final communion,
with her last sighs said to him: My Son, into thy hands I commend my
spirit; I recommend to thee this soul that thou, in thy goodness, didst
create even from the beginning, rich in so many graces, and by a peculiar
privilege hast preserved from every stain of sin. I commend to thee my
body, from which thou hast deigned to take flesh and blood. I commend to
thee, also, these my dear children (speaking of the holy disciples who
were around her); they are afflicted at my departure; do thou console
them, who lovest them more than I do; bless them, and give them strength
to do great things for thy glory.[1296]
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