"The night is far spent. The day is at hand." (Romans 13:12).
Mother dear, You told me this.
Why ?
I see nothing but darkness all around.
Not a hint of dawn. Not a hint of light.
Mother of Light, if it pleases you,
Shed upon all
The light of your beatitude,
The light of your glory.
My Mother, My Teacher and Guide through the Maze I can never penetrate alone. My Mother who called me through my Sister. This is a matter of faith. Not of reason. Not of logic.
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