Fragrant is the scent of your perfume, Immaculate Virgin. Let us follow in your footsteps.
From the Song of Songs2:10-14; 8:6-7
Mary, the beautiful one
My beloved speaks and says to me: "Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away; for lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is comely.
Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is strong as death, jealousy is cruel as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his house, it would be utterly scorned.
R. Like a thorn which has borne a rose, Eve gave birth to Mary * so that goodness might overcome our guilt and grace supplant our sin. (E.T. Alleluia)
V. The Lord willed this for our greater glory * so that goodness might overcome our guilt and grace supplant our sin. (E.T. Alleluia) - Little Office of the BVM of Mt. Carmel
Years ago when I visited Lourdes I understood what joy is. Real, interior joy seemed to be Our Lady's gift to me.
"So that goodness might overcome our guilt and grace supplant our sin."