Behold I am the handmaid of the Lord. (Luke 1:38)
How can we extol the beauty of Our Lady? She looks gorgeous, speaks eloquently, moves gracefully, smells sweet.
Her mind courses with sublime concepts, with memories of magnificent vistas, with fond feelings for everything worthy, and with quiet reflections on the most profound ideas. The honesty of her mind makes everything in it clear as the morning, perfectly harmonious, well-ordered, and solid as the bedrock of the earth.
Her eyes shine with this pure honesty, and they burn softly with tenderness. She breathes delicately, patiently. She holds her hands with consummate modesty, but also with deft readiness to help. She smiles on everything wholesome; she gazes at everything illuminating, and she bows her head before the endless divine mystery.
No poet or troubadour could ever capture the beauty of the Blessed Virgin in words or song. No sculptor or painter could produce the living image. The most skilled actress could never portray her with adequate luminosity.
Having said all this, we still have not touched on the most decisive aspect of the Blessed Virgin’s beauty—the all-important center of it, in fact.