passie 2

[5-6pm]

O sweet Mama... 

after going round and round... 

to ask the Sacrosanct Trinity, the Angels, all the creatures, the light of the sun, the fragrance of the flowers, the waves of the sea, every breath of wind, every spark of fire, every moving leaf, the twinkling of the stars, every movement of nature... 

for an "I bless You"... 

I come to You... 

and I place all my blessings together with yours.

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My sweet Mama... 

I see that You receive comfort and relief... 

and that You offer Jesus all my blessings... 

in reparation for the blasphemies and the maledictions which He receives from creatures. 

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But as I offer You everything... 

I hear your trembling voice saying: "Son, bless me too!"

O my sweet Love, Jesus, bless also me, together with your Mama. 

Bless my thoughts, my heart, my hands, my works, my steps... 

and with your Mother, all creatures.

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O my Mother... 

in looking at the face of sorrowful Jesus - pale, sad, harrowing... 

the memory of the pains which He is about to suffer awakens in You. 

You foresee His face covered with spit and You bless it, His head pierced by the thorns, His eyes blinded, His body tortured by the scourges, His hands and feet pierced by the nails. And wherever He is about to go, You follow Him with your blessings. And I too will follow Him together with You. 

When Jesus is struck by the scourges, crowned with thorns, slapped, pierced by the nails, everywhere He will find my "I bless You" together with yours.

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O Jesus, O Mother... 

I compassionate You. 

Immense is your pain in these last moments. 

The Heart of one seems to tear the Heart of the other. 

O Mother, snatch my heart from the earth, and bind it tightly to Jesus... 

so that, clinging to Him, I may share in His pains, and as You cling to each other, as You embrace, as You exchange the last glances, the last kisses, being in between your two Hearts, may I receive your last kisses, your last embraces. 

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Don’t You see... 

that I cannot be without You... 

in spite of my misery and my coldness? 

Jesus, Mama, keep me close to You, give me your love, your Will. 

Dart through my poor heart, hold me tightly in your arms. And together with You, O sweet Mother, I want to follow, step by step, adored Jesus, with the intention of giving Him comfort, relief, love and reparation for all.

[Passie, 17-18u]