Mothers Day May 13, 2018

For those who are lucky to still be blessed with your Mom this is
beautiful. For those who aren’t, this is even more beautiful.
Your Mother is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself, she’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well, she’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning.Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she’s crystallized in every tear drop. She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space . . . . . . . . . not even death!
Reflections of John (a visitor)from: www.catholictradition.org/Mary/mothers-day.htm

 Mother of Mercy

'Neath the foot of the Cross, She faithfully kept Her watch
 Consoled by Saint John e'er so softly,
 And from the Cross itself He bent down,
 To give us a Mother of Mercy.

It was as if it was not enough to bear the Cross
 That sinners wretched He might redeem,
 More generous still, He bent down
 To endow us with the fairest Queen.

Queen of Heaven, Queen of Angels, and Queen of all men,
 Queen of Priests and Holy Souls awaiting,
 Mistress to the pleading child in need,
 Mother of Mercy: sweet succoring.

O Mother most merciful, Mother of compassion,
 Ark of Salvation, Gate of Heaven,
 Refuge of sinners and those in despair,
 To Thee we fly, unto Thy leaven.

O Mother most sweet, most radiant, O Mother of mothers!
 Mother most pure, Mother most dear,
 Thee do we entreat sending up our sighs,
 As Thou bendest to blot every tear.

O Mother most tender, most mild, O Mother of Mercy!
 Masterpiece of God's holy design,
 Font of all graces, Thine to dispense,
 To the humble, repentant, uncondign.

'Neath the foot of our crosses, Thou maintains Thy watch,
 That Thy servants persevere e'er fast,
 'Til from Cherubimed Throne He bends down,
 And with Thee, welcomes us home at last.

-------Pauly Fongemie

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