the annunciation

Don't forget, my friend, that we are children. The Lady of the sweet name, Mary, is absorbed in prayer.

You, in that house, can be whatever you wish: a friend, a servant, an onlooker, a neighbor . . .. For the moment I don’t dare to be anything. I hide behind you and, full of awe, I watch what’s happening:

The Archangel delivers his message . . .. Quomodo fiet istud, quoniam virum non cognosco?: “But how can this come about, since I am a virgin?” (Luke 1:34). Our Mother’s voice reminds me—by contrast—of all the impurities of men, . . . mine too.

And then how I hate those low, mean things of the earth . . .. What resolutions!

Fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum: “Let it be done to me according to your word” (Luke 1:38). At the enchantment of this virginal phrase, the Word became flesh.

The first decade is about to end . . .. I still have time to tell God, before anyone else does, “Jesus, I love you.”