|It's quiet and shady there. Just what there is about the place can't be described because it's different for everyone. . . . From the great Golden Dome of her University Our Lady reigns as our Queen. Yet at the Grotto she seems to have stepped down a little closer to us that she might emphasize the other side of her personal relationship with us -- that of Our Mother.|
The canopy of trees, digging their roots into the unhewn rock, is the
proudest grove on campus. And rightly so. These trees are a garland
of green on a crown of rocks. They have lived up to all the beauty of
Kilmer's poem . . . as all trees must. But these have done more. They
have listened to May songs; they have watched flickering vigil lights;
they have stood as silent sentinels while anxious prayers and burdened
hearts lifted hopeful eyes to Our Lady. The trees of the Grotto -- if
they could speak -- would speak only in a whisper.|
To those who find adversity smothering their hopes, who long for the soothing words of a mother far away, the Grotto is always a source of inspiration.
-- Notre Dame Scholastic, 66:12.
Every university has a place where students hang out for their social life, libraries where they study, and playing fields where they play sports, but how many have a praying place?
-- Theodore M. Hesburgh, C.S.C., President Emeritus
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