I wanted to hear you Mater and I couldn't. I thought you were not in the mood to talk, maybe you were very busy and had no time.
But, as so often happens, I was wrong. You never ignore my words, you always respond, it is I who is not attentive to the way of your answers.
I wish I could hear you as Jesus did, the same way the apostles heard you, or as anyone who had the good fortune to meet you at that time. But I realize that you always talk me, in a very subtle way, through different things.
The car that lets me pass if I'm in a hurry. The person who smiles when he sees me concerned, the friend who calls me, the mail that arrives without my expecting it, the joy of good news.
Your voice is very distinctive and very beautiful, I only ask that you give me the grace to be able to hear it.
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