There are so many beautiful flowers are blooming outside my home!! But I, not satisfied with just looking, decided to look a few things up… It seems that the tulip is symbolic of Our Lady…"like an empty chalice that turns it’s face upwards to be fulled with the Grace of God"….how beautiful!!
"Mary’s Flowers" (1894) – the English translations of Father Louis
Gemminger’s 31 addresses on Our Lady’s Flowers, one for each day of
May, 1858, in Germany, and indeed find that that his address of May
7th was on the tulip.
"The bright-colored Tulip holds itself erect upon a straight firm
stem surrounded by somewhat oblong leaves. Its calix closes at
night but reopens, as soon as the sun rises. The only thing which
this flower lacks is perfume. Although it does not delight the
sense of smell, yet it rejoices the eye by its beautiful,
variegated dress. In a spiritual sense, the tulip may be compared
to prayer, and is therefore, taken as an emblem of this virtue.
THE TULIP REOPENS WHEN THE SUN RISES, whereas it is closed during
the night. Thus, the soul, which loves prayer, opens herself only
to God and heavenly things; esteems only these; perceives only
these; and, with great care, shuts herself up to the night of sin,
and to the world, which would deter her from prayer, or make it
distasteful to her by distractions.
THE TULIP EXHIBITS, A GREAT VARIETY OF COLORS, and by this, it
tells us that prayer, although essentially one, has nevertheless
. . .
"0 heavenly Tulip, – my most beloved Mother Mary!
In your heart
burned the love of prayer, and you practiced this virtue to an
exalted degree in every circumstance of your life! Obtain for us
also the grace, that we may every day comprehend more and more the
majesty of prayer, since there can be no greater honor for man than
to speak to his God.
"The Tulip’s crown, raised high in air,
Reminds us of the voice of prayer;
The humble prayer from earth ascends,
And God, assistance kindly lends.
Blessed Mary knew this holy art,
And from her sinless Virgin heart
The prayer of faith, of hope, of love,
Ascended to the Throne above
Through life, prayer was her loving task;
At Cana’s feast we hear her ask,
And tho’ it was before His time,
Her Son changed water into wine.
While now from Heaven she sees our needs,
E’er with that Son for us she pleads,
And prays that we from God ne’er roam,
That so we reach our destined home.
In all our trials may we find
Assistance in this Mother kind;
And when on earth our lives shall close,
May we in Heaven find sweet repose."
(taken from mgardens.org)