Seventeenth Meditation

(The Spiritual Canticle - Stanza 30)

"Daughters of kings are your lovely wives; a princess arrayed in Ophir's gold comes to stand at your right hand. Listen, my daughter, and understand; pay me careful heed. Forget your people and your father's house, that the king might desire your beauty. He is your lord; All glorious is the king's daughter as she enters, her raiment threaded with gold; In embroidered apparel she is led to the king. The maids of her train are presented to the king. They are led in with glad and joyous acclaim; they enter the palace of the king." (1)

Garlands Of Grace

Together, bride with Bridegroom weave
Garlands of glories and virtues,
To adorn her soul and receive
Mutual joy, which love imbues.

In the trials of youth were formed
The first virtues at a great cost;
In the dark deserts were transformed,
Her faith and hope as self was lost.

Perfected by the strength and grace,
Of His love, which now binds and holds
Each of these virtues in their place,
Her soul's adorned in fragrant golds.

These garlands are bound by one thread
Of love so strong, yet exquisite;
Woven with Spirit's gifts, they spread,
His fragrant glories that emit.

With love's perfect beauty and grace,
Virtues adorn her soul like lace.

May we weave garlands of glories and virtues with the Bridegroom on the day of joy when we are called to His side.

1. Psalm 45:10-11,14-16

(c) Paul Buis, 2005