St. Hildegard of Bingen

Feast Day: December 17

St. Hildegard was a 12th century Benedictine abbess, mystic, poet, composer, physician, Doctor of the Church– in short, a remarkable woman. I don’t know much about her and I’m only just now beginning to seek her out, having caught interest from a convert-friend of mine who loves her.

Pope Benedict XVI said this of St. Hildegard, “Let us always invoke the Holy Spirit, so that he may inspire in the Church holy and courageous women like Saint Hildegard of Bingen who, developing the gifts they have received from God, make their own special and valuable contribution to the spiritual development of our communities and of the Church in our time.”

Though her original feast day is September 17, it has been moved to December 17, which is convenient since much of her poetry and song is fitting for the contemplative period before Christmas when we are accompanied by the O Antiphons. Below is a beautiful choice for the season, though there are many others worth seeking out.

Ave, Generosa

Hail, girl of a noble house,
shimmering and unpolluted,
you pupil in the eye of chastity,
you essence of sanctity,
which was pleasing to God.

For the Heavenly potion was poured into you,
in that the Heavenly word
received a raiment of flesh in you.

You are the lily that dazzles,
whom God knew
before all others.

O most beautiful and delectable one;
how greatly God delighted in you!
In the clasp of His fire
He implanted in you so that
His son might be suckled by you.

Thus your womb held joy,
when the harmony of all Heaven chimed out from you,
because, Virgin, you carried the son of God
whence your chastity blazed in God.

Your flesh has known delight,
like the grassland touched by dew
and immersed in its freshness:
so it was with you, O mother of all joy.

Now let the sunrise of joy be over all Ecclesia,
and let it resound in music
for the sweetest Virgin,
Mary compelling all praise,
mother of God. Amen.

St. John of the Cross

Feast Day: December 14

As the beloved 16th century Carmelite poet Juan de la Cruz’s feast day happens right after Guadalupe and St. Lucia, his is celebrated simply in our home: just a reading of one of his poems at evening prayer. All of his poems are fitting for Advent, but a few in particular are especially thought-provoking for the season. Below is a favorite.

Ballad VII: Of the Incarnation

Now as the season approached

(the date love specified)

for the ransom paid in full,

the shackles struck from the bride

who was forfeit under the law

law-giver Moses made,

the father with melting heart

after this fashion said:

My son, I have found you a bride

of your very sort, you’ll find.

You will have good cause to know

You are two of a noble kind,

differing only in flesh

(what are you but a child of sky?).

But the course of true love hints

here is a law will apply:

Lovers long to become

as identical as they may;

for the more the two are one,

gayer the gala day.

Delight and love in the bride

speedily would increase

(no question here, my son)

if she saw you a man of flesh.

I have no will but yours,

the son to the father replied.

My glory is all in this:

I do, and you decide.

It couldn’t be other than just

I follow as you provide.

How better let all men see

Your charity far and wide?

How better blazon your might,

sweet reason and deep mind?

I’ll carry word to the world,

news of a novel kind:

news of beauty and peace,

of sovereignty unconfined.

I go to be close to the bride

and to take on my back (for it’s strong)

the weight of the wearisome toil

that bent the poor back for so long.

To make certain-sure of her life

I’ll manfully die in her place,

and drawing her safe from the pit

present her alive to your face.