Virgin Mary

" Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven. "

Matthew 18.3-4

LORD, my heart is not haughty,
nor mine eyes lofty:
neither do I exercise myself in great matters,
or in things too high for me.

Surely I have behaved and quieted myself,
as a child that is weaned of his mother:
my soul is even as a weaned child.

Psalm 131 1-2

Our lack of faith is the unique reason of all our fears.


The spiritual childhood, it is the infinity of the desire in the total powerlessness.

Jean Daniélou

The Holy Spirit drives us like a mother drives her two years old child by the hand, like one who sees conducts a blind man. It would be necessary to say every morning: " My God, send me Your Spirit that makes me know what I am and what You are. "

Saint Vicar of Ars

The sun gives us heat and light : the heat and light are not similar things, they are different, but the sun is both light and heat. Such is the relation of God, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Sundar Singh

It is necessary to make the sign of the cross with a great respect. We starts with the head : it is the chief, the creation, the Father; then the heart : the love, life, the Redemption, the Son; the shoulders : strength, the Holy Spirit. Everything recalls us the cross. Ourselves, we are made cross-shaped.

Saint Vicar of Ars

Oh Very Beloved Mother, you that know ways to holiness and love so well, teach us to often raise our mind and our heart toward the Holy Trinity, to fix on Her our respectful and loving attention. And since you walk with us on the path of the eternal life, don't stay distant from the weak pilgrims that your charity wants to collect; turn towards us your merciful looks, attract us in your clarities, flood us of your gentleness, carry us away in the light and in the love; carry us away still farther and very high in the splendors of heaven.
That nothing can ever disturb our peace, nor take us out of God's thought, but that every minute carries away us further in depths of the august mystery, until the day where our fully bloomed soul to the illuminations of the divine union will see all things in the eternal Love and in the Unit.

Marthe Robin

Ah! of her gold stem when this Flower of the Sky
Falls to embalm small valleys of Israel,
That winds were soft that passed in high clouds!
You live to be born, oh Saron, of the unknown roses!
Your palms, oh Gadès, touched of a pure breath,
Indulges, rejuvenate, their palms in the azure!
Your cedar, oh old Lebanon, black of a deep shade,
Believing that it reviewed the first days of the world,
Salutes the sun that shone on Eden!
Forgotten perfume of the ancient garden,
As a dear memory and like a promise,
Children of the exile ease the sadness,
And celestial voices, in harmonious songs,
Told your name, Marie, to the happy universe.

Earth! forget in one day your ancient distress!
Oh Heavens! as seas, palpitate rejoicing!
The blissful Virgin was born within God!
She flies, to brightness of the rainbow in fire,
The Dove who carries to the ark of the shelter
The branch of olive tree that survives the deluge!
The mystical rosebush is going to perfume airs!
The early star illuminates seas!
Greet, bless, creatures without number,
The one that the Very-High must cover with his shade,
And who should carry, virgin, in her blessed flanks,
The God who preceded the infinite centuries!

Leconte of Lisle

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