MDDM: Mariform

[Paul Mackin]

s~Z wrote:

>Part field + part woods = Mariform (a la the Virgin Mary)
>
> from http://www.mgardens.org/BibLit-Symb-QM.html :
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>"Sister Marie Stephen, O.P.... has now compiled a second list
>of Our Lady's titles from the divine office of the Roman rite:
>
>     Royal virgin of David's rose.  Fruit to the barren.  Paradise
>where blossoms the Tree of Life.  Verdant tree of life-giving joy.
>Flourishing vine.  Bush burning and unconsumed.  Apple tree among
>the trees of the woods.  Keeper in the vineyard.  Garden enclosed.
>Unploughed field [. . .]"
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The Queen Mother was as majestic as you like: she was absoute; she could 
be stern; she was not above being angry; but she was still a woman who 
loved grace, beauty, ornament--her toilette, robes jewels;--who 
considered the arrangements of her palace with attention, and liked both 
light and colour; who kept a keen eye on her Court, and exacted prompt 
and willing obedience from king and archbishops as well as from beggars 
and drunken priests. She protected her friends and punished her enemies. 
She required space, beyond what was known in the Courts of kings, 
because she was liable at all times to have ten thousand people begging 
her for favours--mostly inconsistent with law--and deaf to refusal. She 
was extremely sensitive to neglect, to disagreeable impressions, to want 
of intelligence in her surroundings. She was the greatest arist, as she 
was the greatest philospher and musician and theologian, that ever lived 
on earth, except her Son, Who, at Chartres, is still an Infant under her 
guardianship. her taste was infallible: her sentence eternally final. 
This church was built for her in the spirit of simple-minded, practical, 
utilitarian faith--in the singleness of thought, exactly as a little 
girl sets up a doll-house for her favourite blonde doll. Unless you can 
go back to your dolls, you are out of place here. If you can go back to 
them, and get rid for one small hour of the weight of custom, you shall 
see Chartres in glory.

--Henry Adams