The Feast of Visitation

"When I read in the Gospel that "Mary went in haste to the hill country of Judea," to perform her loving service to her cousin Elizabeth, I imagine her passing by, so beautiful, so calm and so majestic, so absorbed in recollection of the Word of God within her.  Like Him, her prayer was always this: "Ecce.  Here I am."  Who? "The servant of the Lord," the lowliest of His creatures: she, His Mother!  Her humility was so real, for she was always forgetful of self, free from all anxiety.  And she could sing,"The Almighty has done great things for me; henceforth all people will call me blessed."  

Blessed Elizabeth