Into the thin clothes, snow drifted hard.By the cold wind, She was chilled to the bone;
though She did not have any feelings in Her body,
She walked and walked alone, knocking on every door.
As if the flesh was torn, as if the bones were cut,
She suffered, She was injured and crushed.
But Her love did not stop: It became burning tears;
they sprinkled all the heavens, mountains and rivers as rain.
"My dear children, where are you? What are you doing?"
With tears our Mother called Her lost children.
How cold, how severe, how bitter the past winters were!
How hot, how scorching, how long the past summer were!
Oh, our Mother alone endured extreme suffering.
O Jerusalem, heaven's Jerusalem!
Mother, You've come out of heaven.
Mother, O City of Love!
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I love you, heavenly mother!
I want to follow our Father and Mother wherever They lead us,until the end.
♥Spirit-Bride♥ said...
December 8, 2008 at 9:18 PM
Yes, our Heavenly mother is reality of Love. Mother! Thank you for your endless love.
Lila said...
December 14, 2008 at 3:53 AM
The one who love me more than I love myself...is our heavenly mother.
Thanks to our heavenly mother's endless love.♡
Elice said...
December 15, 2008 at 7:32 AM