The eyes of Our Lady are the only real child eyes that have ever been raised to our shame and sadness. Yes, lad, to pray to her properly, you have to feel those eyes of hers upon you. They are not the eyes of indulgence — for there is no indulgence without some kind of bitter experience. No, they are the eyes of tender compassion, sorrowful surprise, and with something more in them, something inconceivable, something that makes her younger than sin, younger than the human race from which she sprang, and though a mother, by grace Mother of All Graces, the youngest sister of the human race. (Bernanos)
March 27, 2012 at 11:50 am
This is very nice. You inspired me, and the inspiration took up most of my morning yesterday.
AMDG
March 27, 2012 at 12:08 pm
Fiat?
March 27, 2012 at 12:18 pm
Yep.
AMDG