falls a sunbeam
and with it, God's Love.
And the fields of grain are brightened
and the flowers are as beautiful as the sun.
How much joy from the one Love
O My God.
She never loses a person
but only gives help
in school and in work
in misery and in hunger
only share a prayer with her.
The Heart of the Lord is open
but you yourself choose
your own way.
LOVING AND GOOD MOTHER
Czestochowa, Lourdes, Fatima
regardless of how I will call you
always the same in motherhood.
Loving and Good Mother
You give butterflies above the meadow
birds in the high clouds
dew drops on the rose petals
happiness during the day and quiet nights.
For you the nightingale in the lilac shrub sings psalms
fish dance in the stream
the echo in the cliff carries your name far away
when the waterfall calls for prayer.
But I, simple singer in the chorus,
For your glory - together with all the world
Carry a poem for You -
like a bouquet of herbs from the August meadow.
polished prayer beads
knocks for the Light of Mystery
it is the alphabet of her soul
without the remainder
by the crown of hope
Teach us to understand the meaning of the cross
in our lives,
so that we can add to our bodies
what is lacking in the suffering of the Christ
for the good of his mystical body,
which is the Church.
And when we finish our temporal piligrimage,
help so that we are able to live with You eternally
in the heavenly kingdom