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Wednesday, May 20, 2026

I'm always looking for You


 

I'm always looking for You. I haven't seen You.

Never. Do I chase after your impressions? Do I wipe them away?

I long for them, I am filled with anguish, and I do not see them.

I know I don't know how to look for You, and I don't give up.


What compels me to follow You? Why do I insist?

Discovering Your face? My wish

I don't know if it's faith. No, I don't know. I don't know if I believe.

Is there something in this? I don't know. I don't even know if I exist.


But, Lord of my adventures, Christ

From my darkness, hear my sigh.

No, I already suffer through life, I don't even

The night. And if dawn breaks, and I don't see You...

At dawn, I will not be able to tell You: I saw

"Your light, your footsteps on earth, and I believe."


Juan José Domenchina




Friday, April 10, 2026

My Heaven here below!...


My Heaven here below!... 


1 Jesus, your ineffable image 

It is the star that guides my steps 

Ah! You know it, your sweet face. 

Heaven is for me here below. 

My love discovers the charms 

From your face, beautified by tears 

I smile through my tears 

When I contemplate your pain… 


2 Oh! I want to console you 

To live ignored on this earth!.... 

Your beauty that you know how to veil 

Its mystery is revealed to me. 

I would like to fly away to you! 


3 Your Face is my only Homeland 

She is my Kingdom of Love 

She is my laughing meadow 

My sweet sunshine every day 

She is the Lily of the Valley 

Including its mysterious fragrance 

Console my exiled soul 

He is given a taste of the peace of Heaven. 


4 She is my Rest, my Sweetness

And my melodious Lyre…. 

Your Face, O my sweet Savior 

Is the Divine Bouquet of Myrrh 

Something I want to keep close to my heart! 


5 Your Face is my only wealth 

I'm not asking for anything more. 

In her, constantly hiding myself 

I will be like you, Jesus…. 

Leave the Divine imprint upon me 

Your features are filled with sweetness 

And soon, I will become a saint 

I will draw hearts towards you. 


6 So that I may amass 

A beautiful golden harvest

 Deign to set me ablaze with your fires. 

Soon from your beloved mouth 

Give me the eternal kiss!.. 

Friday, March 27, 2026

My God, Trinity That I Adore


My God, Trinity whom I adore, help me to forget myself entirely and to be fixed in you, still and tranquil as if my soul were already in eternity. May nothing disturb my peace or draw me away from you, my immutable One; but may every moment immerse me ever deeper into the depths of your mystery.

 Calm my soul, make it your heaven, your beloved home, and your resting place. May I never abandon you, but be present to you, with living faith, immersed in adoration, devoutly abandoned to your creative action.

Jesus, my beloved, crucified for love, I would like to cover you with glory, I would like to love you to the point of death, but I feel my powerlessness and ask you to clothe me in yourself, to identify my soul with all the movements of your soul, to submerge me, to invade me, to replace me, so that my life may be a reflection of your life. Come to me as Adorer, as Repairer, as Savior.

Eternal Word, Word of my God, Christ the Lord, I want to spend my life listening to you, and in the nights of the spirit and in the emptiness I want to always gaze upon you and stand under your great light.

O my beloved star, captivate me so that I can never again escape your radiance.

Burning fire, Spirit of love, come into me and make my soul an incarnation of the Word.

And you, O Father, bend over your poor, little creature, cover her with your shadow!

Oh my “Three”, my All, my Bliss, Infinite Solitude, Immensity in which I lose myself and abandon myself to you.

 Bury yourself in me so that I may bury myself in you, waiting to be able to contemplate in your light the abyss of your greatness.

(Blessed Sister Elizabeth of the Most Holy Trinity)

Wednesday, January 28, 2026

Jesus I Love You

 



Because You are present

In the Tabernacle,
Willing to listen
And also to forgive
 All my things.
Ah, ah, ah.
Your love is powerful.
For you died on the cross,
You forgave the traitor
And you brought the light.

Because one day on my journey,
You changed my life,
By extending the nets,
You caught me.
Jesus, I love you.
I love you,
I love you,
Oh, oh
Jesus, I love you
I love you
I love you
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh
Because you encourage my existence.
Even if I fall
You are my companion
My friend and advisor
At every moment.
Oh, oh, oh.
Your love is powerful.
For you died on the cross,
You forgave the traitor
And you brought the light.
Because one day on my way
You changed my life,
By extending the nets,
You caught me.
Jesus, I love you.
I love you,
I love you,
Oh, oh,
Uoh, oh, oh, oh.

- Choir song, I don't know who the author is.

Monday, December 22, 2025

The Two Donkeys - Don Bruno Ferrero

 



 They arrived at the cave of Bethlehem with difficulty, even two donkeys.

They were tired and annoyed. 

Their back was torn by the heavy bags that the miller, their master, carried daily and by the blows of the cane that he did not spare. 

They had heard the shepherds speak of the King of Kings who came from Heaven, and they too had gone. They followed that star and, before the cave, they stayed to contemplate the Child. 

They adored him, prayed like everyone else, and placed at his feet as a gift the only thing they had: their lives. And their pain, their sorrows... 

As they left, the ruthless miller was waiting for them, and the two donkeys set off with their heads down, the heavy staff on their backs. "It's no use," said one, "I begged the Messiah to take the burden away from me, and he didn't." 

"I, on the other hand," replied the other, who was trotting with some vigor, "asked him to give me the strength to carry him!"


And if someone tells you, "Life is hard," ask them, "Compared to what?"


- Don Bruno Ferrero - 

Monday, December 15, 2025

And God Was There

I wrote down what I heard in a video on Instagram. I also translated it:



And God was there,


In my beginnings


And in my finals.


God was there


In every process,


He perfected me


He was there


At the center of every storm,


He hugged me


Because he was the only one


Who is not afraid of my failures.


But that was there


To help me stand up.


He does not wait for me


At the end of the road.


He takes my hand,


He pulls me out of the mud


And we walk together


To a new destination.


God was there


At every stage of my life,


The Creator of the universe,


He who takes care of me. 

Monday, December 8, 2025

Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary, December 8

 Already celebrated by the 11th century, this solemnity is inserted in the context of Advent-Christmas, uniting the messianic expectation and the glorious return of Christ with the admired memory of the Mother.


In this sense, this liturgical period should be considered a particularly suitable time for the worship of the Mother of the Lord.


Mary is the all-holy one, immune from all stain of sin, almost formed by the Holy Spirit and made a new creature. Already prophetically foreshadowed in the promise made to the parents of the victory over the serpent, Mary is the Virgin who will conceive and give birth to a son whose name will be Emmanuel.


 The dogma of the Immaculate Conception was proclaimed by Pius IX in 1854.




Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary, who truly is full of grace and blessed among women, in view of the birth and saving death of the Son of God, was from the first moment of her conception, by a singular privilege of God, preserved immune from any stain of original sin, as solemnly defined by Pope Pius IX, on the basis of a doctrine of ancient tradition, as a dogma of faith, precisely on the day that is celebrated today.


Not the memory of a Saint, we commemorate today: but the highest and most precious solemnity of Her who is called Queen of the Saints. The Immaculate Conception of Mary was proclaimed in 1854 by Pope Pius IX.


But the history of devotion to Mary Immaculate is much older. It predates the proclamation of the dogma by centuries, even millennia, which, as always, has not introduced anything new, but has simply crowned a very long tradition. Even the Fathers of the Eastern Church, in extolling the Mother of God, had used expressions that placed her above original sin.


They had called her: "Ashamed, guilty, beauty of innocence, purer than the Angevins, purest lily, unpoisoned seed, cloud more splendid than the sun, immaculate."


In the West, however, the theory of the Immaculate Conception encountered strong resistance, not out of aversion to the Virgin, who remained the most sublime of creatures, but to uphold the doctrine of Redemption, accomplished solely through the sacrifice of Jesus. If Mary had been immaculate, that is, if she had been conceived by God outside the law of sin, the doctrine would have been incompatible with the doctrine of the Immaculate Conception.


Original sin, common to all the children of Eve, meant that she would not have needed Redemption, and therefore Redemption could no longer be called universal. The exception, in this case, did not confirm the rule, but rather destroyed it. The Franciscan John Duns Scotus, called Scotus because he was a native of Scotland, and known as the "Subtle Doctor," managed to overcome this doctrinal obstacle with a subtle but convincing distinction. The Virgin Mary, too, had been redeemed by Jesus, but with a preventive Redemption, before and after time. She was preserved from original sin in anticipation of the merits of her divine Son. This was fitting, it was possible, and therefore it was done. John Duns Scotus died at the beginning of the 14th century. After him, the doctrine of the Immaculate Conception made great progress, and devotion to her spread ever more widely.


From 1476 onwards, the feast of the Immaculate Conception of Mary was introduced into the Roman calendar. In the squares of Italy, celebrated preachers wove praises of the Immaculate Virgin: among them, Saint Leonard of Port Maurice and Saint Bernardino of Siena, who with his witty and moving voice said to the Sienese: "Now tell me: what shall we say of the knowledge of Mary being filled with the Holy Spirit, having been born without any sin, and thus remaining always clean and pure, always serving God?"


In 1830, the Virgin Mary appeared to Saint Catherine Labouré, who then promoted a "miraculous medal" bearing the image of the Immaculate Conception, that is, the one "conceived without sin." This medal sparked intense devotion, and many bishops petitioned Rome for the official definition of this dogma, which was already in the hearts of almost all Christians.


Thus, on December 8, 1854, Pius IX proclaimed the "woman clothed with the sun" exempt from original sin, all pure, that is, Immaculate. It was an act of great faith and extreme courage, which aroused joy among the faithful of the Virgin and indignation among the enemies of Christianity, because the dogma of the Immaculate Conception was a direct denial of the naturalists and materialists. But four years later, the apparitions of Lourdes appeared as a wondrous confirmation of the dogma that had proclaimed the Virgin "all beautiful," "full of grace," and without any stain of original sin. A confirmation that seemed like an expression of gratitude for the abundance of graces that flow from the heart of the Immaculate Conception upon humanity. And from the devotion to the Immaculate Conception came the immediate spread, in Italy, of the feminine name Concetta, in Spain that of Concepción: a name that repeats the highest attribute of Mary, "sine labe originali concepta", that is, conceived without stain of sin, and, therefore, Immaculate.




Source: (Parish Archives)

Monday, November 17, 2025

Prayer for Peace


Lord, we ask you to enlighten those responsible for resolving conflicts between nations and social groups, so that they may use means that do not cause destruction and death. Strengthen those who fight so that they respect civilians and do not destroy themselves psychologically. Accompany those who fight, encourage them in their frustrations, support them in their pain, and make them sensitive to friends and enemies. Help those who care for the injured, so that they may bring comfort to the wounded and your peace to the dying. Comfort and show your providence to orphaned children and widowed women. Impel all of us—young, old, and children—to work together so that peace may reign. Amen.


  The above prayer is taken from "La Biblia Católica para Jóvenes".

Tuesday, October 28, 2025

God

 


What is God? 


   - Tell me, what is God, oh beautiful lights?.. 

  Order! - The stars have answered me. 


  - Say, what is God, beautiful flowers? 

  - Beauty! - Answer me the roses. 


  - Tell me, what is God, my Mother? And she, looking at the Crucifix: 

  “Love is God,” she told me… Love purer than the light of day.



Father Leonardo Castellani

Eternal rest? Father Alberto Maggi

 The dead are not in the cemetery, the place of the "mortal remains", but they continue their existence in the fullness of God, this is the meaning of "They will rest from their labours".


The rest to which the author refers does not indicate the cessation of activities, but the divine condition, as the Creator who "did the work he had done and rested on the seventh day" (Gn 2,2). 


With death the individual rests on the works carried out in his earthly existence, but he is called to collaborate in the creative action of God by communicating life to men: "Whoever has entered into his rest also rests from his works, as God from his own" (Heb 4:10).


Death does not lead to an eternal rest in the sense of a divine idleness for all eternity, but to active and life-giving collaboration with the action of the Creator. 


In this creative action the love that the deceased had for his loved ones is not weakened, but enriched with the same power of love of the Father. Death does not relax human relationships, but it enhances them.


The only thing that man brings with him to the new dimension of life are the works carried out in his earthly existence. The works by which man has transmitted life to others, are his wealth, what have made eternal life already in this existence, triggering in the individual a process of transformation that is not stopped by death, but enhanced.


Father Alberto Maggi

(Montefano, 2 November 2012)

Friday, September 12, 2025

Away with the Wind

 


On the lawn of a public garden, in the warm spring sun, amidst the tender grass, the robust, toothed leaves of dandelions had sprouted. 

One of them displayed a magnificent yellow flower, innocent, golden and serene like a May sunset. 

After a while, the flower turned into a "showerhead": a light sphere, embroidered with feather crowns attached to seeds that were tightly packed in the center of the showerhead.

And how many conjectures the tiny seeds made. How many dreams the breeze made at dusk, when the first timid crickets sang their serenade.

"Where are we going to germinate?"

"Who knows?" Yes.

"Only the wind knows."

One morning, the showerhead was grabbed by the invisible and strong fingers of the wind. 

The seeds were attached to their small parachute and flew away, caught by the air current.

"Goodbye... goodbye," the little seeds greeted each other.

While most landed on the good soil of orchards and meadows, one, the smallest of all, made a very short flight and ended up in a crack in the cement of a sidewalk. 

There was a hint of dust deposited by the wind and rain, so small compared to the good, fat soil of the meadow.

"But it's all mine!" the seed said to itself. 

Without a second thought, he snuggled up tight and got to work on the roots.

In front of the crack in the cement was a leaning, scribbled-on bench. A young man often sat on that very bench. He was a young man with a tormented face and a restless gaze.

Dark clouds weighed on his heart and his hands were always clenched into fists.

When he saw two jagged, tender green leaves pushing their way through the cement, he laughed bitterly: "You won't make it! You're just like me!" and stepped on them with his foot.

But the next day he saw that the leaves had risen and become four. From that moment on, he couldn't take his eyes off the stubborn and brave little plant. After a few days, the flower appeared, bright yellow, like a cry of happiness.

For the first time in a long time, the grieving young man felt the resentment and bitterness weighing on his heart begin to melt. 

He raised his head and took a deep breath. He slammed his fist on the back of the bench and shouted, "Of course! We can do this!"

She felt like crying and laughing. She touched the small yellow flower head with her fingers.

Plants feel the love and kindness of humans. For the brave little Dandelion, the young man's caress was the most beautiful thing in life.

Don't ask the Wind why it brought you here.

Even if you're drowning in cement, work from your roots and live.

You are the message.


- Bruno Ferrero -

From: "Solo il Vento lo Sa", by Bruno Ferrero, Ed. Elledici.

Thursday, August 28, 2025

Nobody loves you like Me - Martin Valverde


 How long have I waited for this moment

How much I've waited for you to be here

How long have I waited for you to talk to me

How much have I waited for you to come to me

I know well what you have experienced

I know well why you have cried

I know well why you have suffered

Well, I have not left your side

Well, no one loves you like me

Well, no one loves you like me

Look at the cross, that is my greatest proof

Nobody loves you like me

Well, no one loves you like me

Well, no one loves you like me

Look at the cross, it was for you, it was because I love you

Nobody loves you like me

I know well what you are telling me

Although sometimes you don't talk to me

I know well what you feel in you

Even if you never share it

I have walked by your side

I have always gone with you

I have still sometimes carried you

I have been your best friend

Well, no one loves you like me

Well, no one loves you like me

Look at the cross, that is my greatest proof

Nobody loves you like me

Well, no one loves you like me

Well, no one loves you like me

Look at the cross, it was for you, it was because I love you

Nobody loves you like me

Like me

Like me

Like me


Note: This is a translation of a beautiful song in Spanish where Jesus tells you that He loves you.

Tuesday, July 22, 2025

Alms

  Long ago, in England, a damsel wrapped in a torn dress walked through the streets of a village, knocking on doors and begging for alms. Many addressed offensive words to her, others incited the dog to let her escape. Someone poured pieces of moldy bread and rotten potatoes on her lap. Only two old people let the poor woman in.


«Sit down and warm up,» said the old man, while his wife prepared a bowl of hot milk and a large slice of bread. As the woman ate, the two elders gave her some words and a little comfort.


The next day, an extraordinary event occurred in that village. A royal envoy brought to every house a card inviting all families to the king’s castle. The invitation caused a great stir in the village, and in the evening all the families, dressed in the robes of the feast, arrived at the castle. They were introduced into an imposing dining room and each was assigned a seat.


As everyone sat down, the waiters began to serve the dishes. They immediately rose from a murmur of disgust and anger. The diligent waiters indeed poured into the plates potato skins, stones, bits of moldy bread. Only on the plates of the two elderly people, sitting in a corner, were delicately deposited refined foods and exquisite dishes. Suddenly the maiden with torn robes entered the room. They all shut up. «Today - said the woman - you have found exactly what you offered me yesterday».


She took off her dirty clothes. Underneath, she wore a golden dress. It was the Queen.


A rich man came to heaven. He first walked around the market and was surprised to see that the goods were sold at very low prices. He immediately grabbed his wallet and began to sort out the most beautiful things he saw.


At the time of payment he gave to the angel, who was a salesman, a handful of bills of great value. 

The angel smiled and said, "I’m sorry, but this money has no value".


"How?" surprised the rich man.


"Here only the money that on earth has been donated is worth," answered the angel.




- Mr Bruno Ferrero


From "Cerchi nel Acqua"



Tuesday, June 3, 2025

He chose the nails for You!!

 He could have accomplished his mission in another way, "a clap of hands, a thunderclap, rocks falling on Jerusalem; perhaps another flood...!

But no: He chose the nails! Why? What reason did Christ have to die like that? And the answer is... For you and your sins!

Only the hand of God could cleanse all our filth,

Only the blood of the Son of Man could purify our shame.

And in case you had any doubts: He wanted the nails in his hands and feet rather than lose you forever. 

He would have been able to divert the executioner's hand...

He would have been able to prevent the nail from piercing his flesh...

He, if he had wanted, would have sent a legion of angels as Abraham did to stop the deadly blow: Genesis 22:10-12.

But why didn't he do it. .?

Because when the hand of God opened for "THE NAIL"


The gates of heaven, opened for You.



Tuesday, May 20, 2025

Prayer: Give me Your Light

 Jesus give me your light, so that I find meaning in my life. Jesus give me your light, so that I can live with joy Jesus give me your light, so that I can share my life. Jesus give me your light, so that you can put aside my sorrows. Jesus give me your light, so that I leave all my doubts. Jesus give me your light, to grow and mature. Jesus give me your light, to know what you want from me. Jesus give me your light, to get rid of so much consumerism. Jesus give me your light, to help those who need it. Jesus give me your light, so  I am not afraid of what you ask. Jesus give me your light, to break my comforts. Amen.

- Priest D. Juan Carlos Medina Medina

I'm always looking for You

  I'm always looking for You. I haven't seen You. Never. Do I chase after your impressions? Do I wipe them away? I long for them, I ...