“Maria” to me is a symbol of life, the eternal Womb, giving birth to all that is. Mystery of creation & love. (See * bottom of this page for etymology of the name)

Garden Chapel (2008)

garden chapel

Garden Chapel (2022)


O piissima Virgo Maria,
non esse auditum a saeculo,
quemquam ad tua currentem praesidia,
tua implorantem auxilia, aut tua petentem suffragia
a te esse derelictum.
Ego tali animatus fiducia,
ad te Virgo virginum Maria
Mater Iesu Christi, confugio,
ad te venio, ad te curro,
noli, Domina mundi, noli aeterni Verbi Mater verba mea despicere,
sed audi propitia et exaudi me miserum ad te in hac lacrimarum valle clamantem.
Adsis mihi, obsecro, in omnibus necessitatibus meis, nunc et semper,
et maxime in hora mortis meae.
O clemens, o pia, o dulcis Virgo Maria!


O most gracious Virgin Mary,
that never was it known
that anyone who fled to thy protection,
implored thy help, or sought thy intercession
was left unaided by thee.
Inspired with this confidence,
I fly to thee,
Mary, Virgin of virgins, Mother of Jesus Christ;
to thee do I come; before thee I stand,
O Mistress of the World and Mother of the Word Incarnate,
despise not my petitions,
but in thy mercy hear and answer wretched me crying
to thee in this vale of tears.
Be near me, I beseech thee, in all my necessities, now and always,
and especially at the hour of my death.
O clement, o loving, o sweet Virgin Mary.

(15th century prayer, made popular by Fr. Claude Bernard, the Poor Priest )

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(France, Biarritz, Rocher De La Vierge & Vieux-Boucau-les-Bains ,  Atlantic Ocean beach)

Sometimes we hesitate between tomorrow and today,
the burden of yesterday upon our shoulders as an ocean
wave, too heavy for a ride. Sometimes we hesitate upon
that selfsame wave, we hesitate, we linger, we listen to
the wind perhaps there is a message there before we
drown in thoughts about these waves that on and on roar
through our heads as a forgotten love, long, long forgotten
but present, each second coming, coming and again:
you see Here face in front of you, with every hand She
lays upon the beach a deadly kiss, but still this wind is
irresistible, is loud and clear and yet again we hesitate,
shall we then sing with Her this ancient melody, written
in a thousand pebbles on the shore? Sometimes we hesitate
between tomorrow and today, the burden of a yesterday
upon our shoulders as an ocean wave, but once the die is cast
we fly, O we sing, we dance and glide, no cold can hold us
back, this beach is ours and we meet our Love, we roll and
turn, become the Wave, Her arms around us, gently rocking,
Her voice a lullaby we recognize from first we entered, O
yes, and here She is, for us only for us, and up and down
we go, we roll and rock, we shout exhilarated we enter in
Her curve, She is inviting us again, again, Her wave a womb
to live our lives so fast and faster still until the winter carries
us above the water, we have wings and eagle like we leave
the cave, invited by the Sun as if we were a newborn Star,
O yes, we shine, we shine with our new Light years and
years ahead, beyond all hesitation found our Love, finally
Home, finally homeward bound and yes, this beach is ours
this ocean now our Home, and that is all we have and all
we need, there is no hesitation in this moment because this is
indeed All we have, O, All we will have, All we will have eternally.


Prayer Of The Lost And Found

As I am walking in this world of words
sometimes I keep forgetting how once
– inspired- I was returning home  when
suddenly You spoke and down the hill
You came in shining white, Your music
as from heaven sent was all around,
and how it told me to have patience
O I remember how my heart was filled
with joy I hardly couldn’t wait and now
while looking in Your eyes I feel a touch
of paradise I finally have found an answer
beyond words.

(picture above: Sanctuary of Banneux, Belgium, Chapel of the Apparitions. The poem was written on my way back just ouside Medjugorje, while climbing a hill with my bus)

Ten Hemel Vaart

Zoals je schrijft zo wil ik
met je praten, helder Blauw
op Wit, zo klaar als water
dat gelukkig klatert eindeloos.
Zo diep is het verlangen dat
ik met je delen wil, zo zuiver
dit bewonderd drijven in de
hemel van je ogen. Je voedsel
zal me sterken 1000-voudig,
meer zelfs, zal me eeuwig
sterken want zo lang ben je
bij mij. Geen twijfel over dit
voortdurend weten, geen
oordeel wordt gesproken enkel
een stromend luisteren vanuit
een Bron die eindigt noch
begint, zoals de wolken varen
in een hemelbed, zo zal ik
met je dansen op de tonen
van dit Liefdeslied.

“Bron”, voorgedragen aan de Lourdesgrot te Humbeek (Grimbergen):


ANTILLIA School of Life


Etymology “Mary” / “Myriam”

The ultimate meaning of the name is unclear. Most scholars point to Egyptian roots. Suggestions are: “beloved”, “rebellious”, “myrrh”. Interesting information to be found on the Abarim website. So, even in her name, “Maria” remains a mystery… 😉

Wat een wonder

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