Today is the memorial of the Queenship of Mary. Here are two descriptions to ponder of what kind of Queen she is. The first is by Georges Bernanos:
The Mystery of Mary
She is our Mother.
But she is also our daughter.
A little girl and the Queen of Heaven.
The Queen of the Angels–
And yet she is still a little girl!
Remember this!
And by Eryk Hanut:
Mary is gigantic, but also tiny and hunched with humility. Far, but never, ever, distant. She is the bedside lamp that we can [reach] at any moment to dispel the darkness.
Mary draws millions to her, gives sight to the blind, makes springs gush at Banneux, Lourdes, LaSalette. Mary makes the sun dance at Fatima and a tree at Beauraing break into blossom in the middle of the winter. She gives you what you would expect from a Queen–glory. But she also gives you what you would hope from a mother. Mary cooks the soup, squinting anxiously at the clock if her child is late.
Mary is the clock, but she is also the first to forget it. Everyone knows this who kneels and prays to her. She is there; she can do anything; she has been through everything. What would be more mind-shattering than the destiny of this tiny Jewish girl, this thirteen-year-old who said “yes” to the plans of God.
Everyone knows how tremendous Mary’s destiny is. That is why anyone can ask anything from her. Everyone, on one day or another, has asked her for something–even those who are closed to her mystery.
I often ask myself if the adoration we give her matters at all. She wants our best. That is all that matters to her . . . .
Nothing is more poignant than a person who prays. To pray is to become a little child again. It is to talk to your mother without a grill between you. And the Mother listens, listens, consoles, replies. . .
Take time to talk to your Mother today . . .
Witnesses to Hope 