To understand something of what Catholics believe about Mary, listen to this carol and absorb its words. This modern piece is called The Shepherd's Carol - "We stood on the Hills, Lady."
The King's Singers capture beautifully the atmosphere of the first Christmas. Listen and watch.The Shepherd's Carol
We stood on the hills, Lady,Our day’s work done,Watching the frosted meadowsThat winter had won.The evening was calm, Lady,The air so still,Silence more lovely than musicFolded the hill.There was a star, Lady,Shone in the night,Larger than Venus it wasAnd bright, so bright.Oh, a voice from the sky, Lady,It seemed to us thenTelling of God being bornIn the world of men.And so we have come, Lady,Our day’s work done,Our love, our hopes, ourselves,We give to your son.
Another poem that is a favourite for meditative consideration at Christmas is this by T S Eliot:
Journey of the Magi
“A cold coming we had of it,Just the worst time of the yearFor a journey, and such a long journey:The ways deep and the weather sharp,The very dead of winter.”And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,Lying down in the melting snow.There were times we regrettedThe summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,And the silken girls bringing sherbet.Then the camel men cursing and grumblingAnd running away, and wanting their liquor and women,And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendlyAnd the villages dirty and charging high prices:A hard time we had of it.At the end we preferred to travel all night,Sleeping in snatches,With the voices singing in our ears, sayingThat this was all folly.
Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,And three trees on the low sky,And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.But there was no information, and so we continuedAnd arrived at evening, not a moment too soonFinding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.
All this was a long time ago, I remember,And I would do it again, but set downThis set downThis: were we led all that way forBirth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,But had thought they were different; this Birth wasHard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,With an alien people clutching their gods.I should be glad of another death.
Eliot's work is always complex, but a little study bears great fruit for the heart. I tapped into LitCharts to help understand Eliot's revelation as to how death is also linked to Jesus' birth. There are also many analyses of this poem on YouTube.
Elsewhere we read:
In the last twelve lines we learn that the kings were deeply affected and changed by their experience. The birth of Christ heralds the start of a new order and new truth, and yet the kings have to return to their kingdoms and to ‘an alien people clutching their gods’.
Go here, low on the web page, to listen to a recitation of this poem.
Enjoy the insights music and voice can offer as we make our spiritual journey through this rich seasonal landscape.
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