In the Silence of Lourdes

In the silence that envelops the evening, a gentle light touches the fragile heart.

The day ends amidst memories and uncertain steps, caressed by a tenderness that never abandons.

Labors breathe in the shadows, while trust finds space in the darkness that precedes the night.

I welcome my fragility and place it in maternal hands, serene even amidst uncertainty.

I hope for a peace that soothes fears and grants rest to the weary soul.

I entrust every thought and wait, in the folds of the night, for the silent caress of the Virgin of Lourdes.

Good Mother, guide me in hope.

Amen. 🌿