| BkV:11.I.7 | What else can I converse with you about but you, when you are my sleeplessness, my joy, and my being? As mother of the living, I have eyes only for my children. Child of my Immaculate Heart, nothing is important to God except Her beloved children. Just as my being would be torn apart if you separated from me, so is your soul able to receive the echo of that pain of separation. Never separate from your mother. Never separate from love. If you do, you will feel the cold of indifference. |