Author: AlloraFilms

There are moments, my Mother, in which my soul feels touched, in its deepest recesses, by an ineffable yearning. I long for the time in which I loved thee, and thou didst love me, in the springtime atmosphere of my spiritual life.

I yearn for thee, my Lady, and for the paradise which was placed in me, by the great communication that I had with thee. Dost thou not also, my Lady, long for that time? Dost thou not long for the goodness which existed in that son that I once was?

Come therefore, thou who art the best of all mothers, and for the love of that which was blossoming in me, restore me. Recompose in me that love for thee and make of me the complete realization of that son without stain, which I would have been if I had not been so miserable.

Give me, O my Mother, a repentant and humbled heart, and make shine anew before my eyes that which by the splendor of thy grace, I had once begun to love so very much. Remember, O Lady, this David, and all of the sweetness thou didst place in him. So be it.

Lord, I am not worthy to be under the roof of the House of Your Father and far less worthy am I that you should enter under my roof but if You will  say the Word, my soul will be healed.

Unworthy, I go to receive Him who comes to me.