1. Sing, Mother, I would like
because I love you .
why your sweet name
makes me jump for joy
the heart,
and why the thought of your supreme greatness
my soul cannot inspire fear.
If I contemplated you in your sublime glory,
much brighter alone
May the glory of all the elect together.
I could not believe that I am your daughter,
Maria, in your presence I would lower my eyes…
2. So that a daughter can love her mother,
It is necessary that she knows how to cry with her,
May he share his sorrows and pains with her.
Oh my sweet queen,
how many bitter tears did you cry in exile
to win my heart, oh Queen!
meditating your life
as described in the Gospel,
I dare to look at you and even approach you.
It’s not hard for me to believe that I’m your daughter,
when I see that you die,
when I see that you suffer
like me
3 When an angel from heaven offers you to be the Mother
of a God who will reign eternally,
I see that you prefer, oh amazing mystery!
the ineffable treasure of virginity.
I understand that your soul, Immaculate Virgin,
be more pleasing to God
than his own abode of heaven.
I understand that your soul, humble and sweet valley,
contain my Jesus, ocean of love.
4 I love you when you proclaim
that you are the little servant of the Lord,
of the Lord whom you captive with your humility.
This is the great virtue that makes you omnipotent
and your heart carries the Holy Trinity.
Then the Spirit, Spirit of love,
covers you with its shadow,
and the Son, equal to the Father,
embodies in you…
many must be
your brothers
sinners
so that he may be called: Jesus, your firstborn!
5 Maria, you know: like you
Despite being small, I possess and have in me
to the almighty.
But my great weakness does not scare me,
Well, all the treasures of the mother
they are also from the daughter,
and I am your daughter, my dear Mother.. Perhaps your virtues are not mine
and your love also mine?
Thus, when the pure and white Host
come down to my heart,
your Lamb, Jesus, dreams of resting
yourself, Maria.
6 You make me understand, oh Queen of saints!
It is not impossible for me to walk in your footsteps.
you made us visible
the narrow road that goes to heaven
with the constant practice of humble virtues.
Imitating you
to stay small is my wish,
I see how vain earthly riches are.
Seeing you hurry to your cousin Elizabeth,
I learn from you, Maria,
to practice ardent charity.
7 In Elizabeth’s house I listen, on my knees,
the sacred song, oh Queen of angels!
that from your heart springs exalted
You teach me to sing the divine praises,
to glory in Jesus, my Savior.
Your words of love are the mystical roses
that will wrap in their living perfume
to future centuries.
In you the Almighty worked his wonders,
I want to meditate on them and bless God.
8 Saint Joseph, who ignores
the amazing miracle
that in your humility
would you like to hide,
you let him cry near the tabernacle
where it hides and watches
the divine beauty of the Savior.
Oh, how much I love, Maria, your eloquent silence!
It is for me a very sweet and melodious concert,
that greatness sings to my ears,
and even omnipotence,
of a soul whose help only from heaven awaits…
9 Later, in Bethlehem, I see you, O Mary and Joseph!
rejected by all.
No one wants to host in his inn
to two poor and humble strangers.
Only for the big ones they have room…!
And in a miserable, rude and dilapidated stable, the Queen of heaven has to give birth
to his Son God.
Mother of the Savior,
how kind you seem to me, how great you seem to me
in such a poor place
10 When I see the Eternal wrapped in diapers
and I hear the tender cry of the Word among the straw,
Could I, Maria, at that moment,
envy the angels?
Your lovable Lord is my dear brother!
How I love you, Mary, when on our shore
you open for us that divine flower!
How I love you, Virgin, when you listen
to the simple shepherds, and to the magicians,
and you keep and meditate all that
inside the heart!
11 I love you when you mix with other women
who direct their steps to the temple of the Lord.
I love you when you present the Child who saves us
to the venerable old man who takes him in his arms.
At first I listen smiling
their song, sooner their accents
they make my tears run.
Sinking into the future his prophetic gaze,
Simeon presents you with the sword of pain.
12 O Queen of martyrs, the sorrowful sword
will pierce your chest
Until the very afternoon of your life!
you are forced
to leave the soil of your homeland
to escape, fleeing,
of the bloody fury of an envious king.
Jesus sleeps peacefully
under the soft folds of your veil
when José warns you that you have to leave quickly.
And your obedience is soon:
you depart without delay and without reasoning.
13 In the land of Egypt, it seems to me, O Mary!
who, despite living in extreme poverty,
full of joy and peace lives your heart.
What do you care about exile? Isn’t it Jesus
the homeland of homelands, the most beautiful?
By owning him, you own heaven.
But in Jerusalem, a bitter sadness surrounds you
and, like a sea, your heart floods.
For three days Jesus hides
your tenderness,
and then yes, on your life falls
a dark, relentless, rigorous banishment.
14 At last you manage to find him, and when you have him,
break your heart in loving transportation.
And you tell the Child, charm of doctors:
“My son, why have you done this?
Your father and I, with tears, were looking for you.”
And the Child of God replies, oh profound mystery!
to the dear Mother who extends her arms towards him:
“Why look for me, Mother? Didn’t you know, perhaps,
that in the things that belong to my Father
Do I have to take care of it now?”
15 The Gospel teaches me that submissive
to Mary and Joseph remains Jesus,
while growing in wisdom.
and my heart tells me
with what immense tenderness to his dear fathers
he always obeys!
Now is when I understand the mystery of the temple,
the hidden words of my gracious King:
Your sweet Child, Mother,
you want to be the living example
of the soul that seeks him
in the dark, in the night of faith.
16 Since the King of heaven wanted to see his Mother
subjected to the night,
subjected to anguish
from the heart
Is it, perhaps, a mercy to suffer here on earth?
Oh yeah…! Suffering while loving is the purest happiness!
Can Jesus take back what he has given me,
tell him never to bother for me.
You can, if you have it, hide from me,
I resign myself to waiting for him
until the day without sunset
in which my faith will be extinguished forever
17 I know that in Nazareth, Virgin full of grace,
You lived poorly without ambition for more.
Neither ecstasy nor raptures nor miracles
beautified your life, Queen of the elect!
There are many little ones on earth, and they can raise their eyes to you without fear.
Along the common path, oh incomparable Mother,
you walk, guiding us to heaven!
18 I want to live with you, beloved Mother,
waiting for the sky,
follow you in exile day by day.
In your contemplation I sink absorbed,
and from your immense heart I discover
the abysses of love
Your motherly gaze vanishes my fears,
and teaches me to cry, and teaches me to laugh.
Far from despising the festivals of the earth,
the holidays that are holy,
you, Mother, share them and bless them.
19 Seeing that the spouses of Cana
they can’t hide the big rush
in which they are for lack of wine,
with maternal request you come
to the Savior, your Son,
of his divine power waiting for help.
Jesus seems to reject your plea
In the first moment:
“Woman, doesn’t this matter to you and me?”
More of his heart there in the background
your mother calls you,
and for you and for you Jesus performs
his miracle first.
20 I’ll see you one day, Mother, on the hill,
among the sinners
who hear the word
of the one that nobody else
wants to receive you all in heaven.
Someone tells Jesus that you want to see him.
Then he, your divine Son, before the people
shows how immensely he loves us:
“Who is my brother,” he says, “who is my sister,
and my mother who is, if not the one who fulfills
my will in everything?
21 Listening to him, you, Immaculate Virgin,
oh Mother, the most tender!,
don’t be sad,
rather you rejoice
to make us understand then
that here below, on earth, our soul
becomes his family. Oh, yes, you are happy, Virgin, that he gives us his life,
the infinite treasure of his divinity!
How not to love and bless you, seeing
in you so much love, so much humility?
22 You love us, Mary, as Jesus loves us,
for us you agree to see you away from him.
To love is to give everything, to give even to oneself:
you wanted to prove it by staying with us
as our strong and visible help.
Jesus knew your intimate secrets
and the immense tenderness
of your divine mother’s heart!
left you to us,
as a faithful refuge of sinners,
when, to wait for us in heaven,
left the cross.
23 You appear to me, Virgin,
on the dark summit of Calvary,
standing by the cross,
just like a priest at the altar,
offering your Victim,
your beloved Jesus,
our sweet Emmanuel,
to offend the justice of the Father.
A prophet said it, oh desolate Mother!:
“There is no pain like your pain!”
O Queen of martyrs, remaining in exile,
lavish for us
all the blood in your heart
24 The house of Saint John becomes your only asylum,
of Zebedee the son replaces your Jesus…
And this is the last detail
that gives us the Gospel <14,
of the Virgin Mary he does not speak any more.
But, dear Mother, your profound silence
does not reveal
that the eternal Word -himself- wants to sing
of your life the intimate secrets,
for the joyous glory of your children,
the holy dwellers of the heavenly homeland?
25 I will soon hear that sweet harmony,
I will go very soon to see you in, the beautiful sky.
You who came to smile at me, Mother,
in the soft morning of my life, come again to smile at me now…,
for the afternoon of my life has already come.
I do not fear the brightness of your supreme glory,
I have suffered with you
and now I want
sing on your knees, Virgin, why I love you
and repeat forever and ever
that I am your daughter…!
Little Theresa…
Author: Saint Teresa of the Child Jesus