May Day, May Day!

 

My Dad's garden

Not a cry of distress but a reminder of a feastday we have in Ireland- May Day (1st of May).  I was thinking back to the years in primary school where we prepared May altars religiously. My Dad was a brilliant gardener and had a beautiful garden, however we weren’t allowed to pick the flowers that often! One of those few occasions was for the school May Altar when it was ‘our turn’ to bring the flowers. I was always so proud to bring in that big bunch of red homegrown roses, purple lupin, bright orange marigolds, pretty forget-me-nots, vibrant dahlias and pure white lilies. Not only did they look beautiful but the perfume would fill the classroom and the other teachers who popped in would all comment on the beautiful flowers! I remember other times when the younger kids from the neighbourhood would try and ‘borrow’ some flowers. My Dad, possessive as he was of his hybrid roses, would give in and often snip one off and give it to the child, who would skip away, happy as larry, and possibly out of mischief for another few minutes. My own little altar on my dresser (where my prized possession of my porcelain tea-set stood!) was the centre of my prayers for the month of May. The flowers here were a lot humbler and generally gathered from nature walks along by the river or up Clonown Road. They were good memories!

Having lived abroad different times, there are different things that one misses about home! One of these things is the familiar hymns which are part of the fabric of faith. Being May Day, without fail, our concluding hymn for Mass today would usually be the Marian anthem: “Bring flowers of the rarest”, a hymn which the people always sing with such gusto: “Mary, we crown you with blossoms today….Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May”.   It reminds me of childhood years where faith and belief was so much easier, and dare I say, less complicated! We sang our hymns to Mary, we brought her flowers because we believed she was looking after us, we knelt at the devotional shrine and told her all our woes, even just for a moment up at the Grotto in Grotto View in The Batteries. 

The Church’s calendar for this month is a variety of saints: today we have St. Joseph (for all workers and fathers), a doctor of the Church (Athanasius), various apostles (Philip, James, Matthias), bishops, priests, martyrs and religious. Almost a full spectrum of vocations in the Church- a field of flowers for our Lady. The month is crowned then with the great celebrations of the Ascension and Pentecost, the Visitation of our Lady to Elizabeth.  As disciples we prepare to receive the anointing of the Holy Spirit, like tongues of fire. One of my most vivid celebrations of Pentecost Vespers was, when at the end of the liturgy, rose petals, symbolising these very flames, were scattered over the assembly in one of our communities in Rome. Just like, for the Solemnity of Pentecost at the Pantheon; rose petals are dropped from the open oculus at twelve o'clock noon in commemoration of the descent of the Holy Spirit on the day of Pentecost, the birthday of the Church. As the 'dew' falls, the choir chants the sequence Veni Sancte Spiritus! Here we are reminded that the garden of the Church blossoms in faith and fire! Let’s hope that we continue to fan that flame and it spreads throughout the whole world especially at this time where our world is hungry for the message of Gospel hope and Resurrection joy!