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Ms C 01r

[1v°]                                     J.M.J.T.

June 1987

You have told me, my dear Mother,253 of your desire that I finish singing with you the Mercies of the Lord. I began this sweet song with your dear daughter, Agnes of Jesus, who was the mother entrusted by God with guiding me in the days of my childhood. It was [5] with her that I had to sing of the graces granted to the Blessed Virgin’s little flower when she was in the springtime of her life. And it is with you that I am to sing of the happiness of this little flower now that the timid glimmerings of the dawn have given way to the burning heat of noon. Yes, dear Mother, I shall try to express, in [10] answer to your wishes, the sentiments of my soul, my gratitude to God and to you, who represent Him visibly to me, for was it not into your maternal hands that I delivered myself entirely to Him? O Mother, do you remember that day? Yes, I know your heart could not forget it. [15] As for me, I must await heaven because I cannot find here on earth words capable of expressing what took place in my heart on that beautiful day.

There is another day, my beloved Mother, when my soul was united with yours even more, if that were possible, and that was the day you were entrusted once again with the burden of Superior. On that day, dear Mother, [20] you sowed in tears, but you will be filled with joy in heaven

 

 

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