In just one moment after gazing into the face of the Divine Mother, I realized that the prophets’ heroic words had not described her beauty and gentleness, only her power. My eyes filled with tears of joy, my heart overflowed with sublime certainty that there were no limits to the possibility of her celestial intervention. The discipline of my patience wore thin at the desire of stealing one more look at her immaculate self. She had taken pieces of my heart with her when she seemed to fly back to her heavenly home. Was I being selfish about wanting more than one visit? Time passed and after the euphoria eased, gratitude enveloped me and I gave thanks for the wonderment of my blissful gift.
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