paintings of Saint Catherine d' Ricci by Plautilla Nelli‘A Token of Espousal’: A Poem on Saint Catherine de’ Ricci, by Joseph S. Salemi The Society March 6, 2025 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 3 Comments . A Token of Espousal Sister Elisabetta Dardinelli Speaks Concerning the Token of Espousalof Saint Catherine de’ Ricci (1522-1590) Dixit mihi Dominus meus: Ne timeas, filia: Non rapiet tequisquam de manu mea. My Lord said to me: Be not afraid, daughter; no one willtake you from My hand. —Carmelite Breviary All of us saw it but in different forms.The index finger of the Saint’s left handWas marked with something where a ring might sit.To some it was a hoop of gold; in placeOf stone and bezel, flesh protruded upLike a small pea or bean. Some others sawUnearthly radiance coming from that hand,Or a raised ridge of flesh that formed a circletAround her finger. Sister SerafinaSaw a gold ring set with a pure white stoneWherein her own reflection could be marked.As for myself, a red discolorationSeemed to surround her index finger whereIt joined her palm, clear as a band of coral. Catherine was embarrassed, and she keptHer left hand out of sight, at least so farAs this was possible in our common prayers.But none could stop the word of such a thingFrom spreading. In a month the facts were knownBy all within the convent, and without. A token of espousal to a bride…Jesus Himself had come to her in prayer— A vision of Him and His Holy Mother.They took her left hand; on the index fingerThe Lord then placed a gold and diamond ringAs a bridegroom might, addressing Catherine thus: I give thee this in token that thou artMy spouse forever, and in token thatThe Tempter shall not lead thee into sinOf any sort, by any means or manner. It melded with her hand. When others askedAbout the sign, she was discomfited,And only answered with great hesitation: I cannot tell what your eyes may beholdWhen they look at this hand. But as for meI see it plain as that first holy moment—A gold ring with a diamond, lozenge-shaped,Set in a bright red bezel. Nothing more.It never leaves my hand, and now it seemsA part of my own finger. I have prayedThat it not be the occasion of false prideOr scandal to our sisterhood. ThereforeI keep it in my habit’s folds, unseen. More than this I cannot say. They tookMy deposition, those of older sisters—We few who still survive from Catherine’s time.But there were many others, now departed,Who could have added to the testimony.What matter that we saw it differently?The ring was but a symbol of Christ’s loveFor His bride: all the Church and all her members.And every member of that Mystic BodySees the espousal in a unique way.Perception suits one’s knowledge, state, and grace:The many mansions in our Father’s house. . Postscript Sworn testimony of eyewitnesses to the Token of Espousal of SaintCatherine de’ Ricci (Positio super Virtutibus, 1614): “…a hoop of gold, but in the place of the bezel a protuberance in theflesh of the finger.”—Sister Dorothea Vecchi “…a livid mark round the index finger of the left hand,” —Sister Maria Maddalena Ricasoli “…a ring on the index finger of the left hand—at least it had the formof a ring, but appeared to be entirely of flesh raised up like a ridge.” —Donna Isabella de’ Bonsignori “…an extraordinary radiance coming from one finger of the Saint’shand.”—Sister Angela Arrighetti “…a ring of gold, very dazzling.” —Donna Dianora de Salis “…a red circle round the ring finger.” —Sister Elisabetta Dardinelli “…a gold ring with a brilliant white stone, so that I could see myselfreflected in it.”—Sister Serafina Baroncini “…a fold in the flesh of the finger in the shape of a ring.” —Sister Serafina Strozzi Closely akin in some respects to the phenomenon of stigmatization, but in other features very different, the spontaneous appearance of a miraculous ring upon the finger of certain virgins of holy life is not infrequently mentioned in hagiographical records. In nearly all such cases the outward manifestation is preceded by an ecstasy in which the soul thus favored believes herself to have gone through some sort of mystic espousal with Christ our Saviour. —Father Herbert Thurston, S.J., “Tokens of Espousal,”in The Physical Phenomena of Mysticism (London, 1952) . . Joseph S. Salemi has published five books of poetry, and his poems, translations and scholarly articles have appeared in over one hundred publications world-wide. He is the editor of the literary magazine TRINACRIA and writes for Expansive Poetry On-line. He teaches in the Department of Humanities at New York University and in the Department of Classical Languages at Hunter College. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. Trending now: 3 Responses T. M. Moore March 6, 2025 Excellent crafting, a pleasure to read. This poem challenges the secular smugness which dominates our society and, sadly, shapes the thinking of many Christians. Including the historical documentation was important. T. M. Reply Roy Eugene Peterson March 6, 2025 Fascinating documented eyewitness accounts with varying perceptions of the nature of the perceived ring. I admire the research that went into this and the focused ability to vividly portray the results. Reply Mike Bryant March 6, 2025 This poem is beautifully done and the information is stunning. I am familiar with stories of the stigmata, but this is compelling because everyone saw the ring so differently. We’re basically just dirt and God’s breath… a mixture of the physical and the spiritual. I recently saw an amazing video. It revealed the billions of little workers in our DNA keeping everything running. The video was all science, but I couldn’t see anything except the hand of God at work. Joe, your poem and this story speak of that wonder. It’s the truth of God mixing the mere physical with the truth, the hard reality of the spiritual. The fact that everyone saw it their own way says even more about Gods’s power and our individuality. It’s all bigger than we can wrap our heads around. There is so much going on we can’t see, but sometimes we can catch a glimpse of eternity. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
T. M. Moore March 6, 2025 Excellent crafting, a pleasure to read. This poem challenges the secular smugness which dominates our society and, sadly, shapes the thinking of many Christians. Including the historical documentation was important. T. M. Reply
Roy Eugene Peterson March 6, 2025 Fascinating documented eyewitness accounts with varying perceptions of the nature of the perceived ring. I admire the research that went into this and the focused ability to vividly portray the results. Reply
Mike Bryant March 6, 2025 This poem is beautifully done and the information is stunning. I am familiar with stories of the stigmata, but this is compelling because everyone saw the ring so differently. We’re basically just dirt and God’s breath… a mixture of the physical and the spiritual. I recently saw an amazing video. It revealed the billions of little workers in our DNA keeping everything running. The video was all science, but I couldn’t see anything except the hand of God at work. Joe, your poem and this story speak of that wonder. It’s the truth of God mixing the mere physical with the truth, the hard reality of the spiritual. The fact that everyone saw it their own way says even more about Gods’s power and our individuality. It’s all bigger than we can wrap our heads around. There is so much going on we can’t see, but sometimes we can catch a glimpse of eternity. Reply