To the Woman Who Intercedes
To the woman who intercedes.
The only one who can speak with the authority of a mother.
To the woman who is infinitely rich.
Because she is infinitely poor.
To the woman who is infinitely high.
Because she is infinitely descending.
To the woman who is infinitely great.
Because she is also infinitely small.
Infinitely humble.
A young mother.
To the woman who is infinitely young.
Because she is also infinitely mother.
To the woman who is infinitely joyful.
Because she is also infinitely sorrowful.
To the woman who is all Greatness and all Faith.
Because she is also all Charity.
To the woman who is all Faith and all Charity.
Because she is also all hope.
To the woman who is infinitely above us.
Because she is infinitely among us.
To the woman who is with us.
Because the Lord is with her.
To the woman who intercedes.
Because she is blessed among all women.
And because Jesus, the fruit of her womb, is blessed.
Charles PĆ©guy (d. 1914), French poet
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