17. Your guardians are like locusts, and your little ones are like locusts among locusts, which alight on hedges on a cold day. The sun rose up, and they flew away, and there was no way to know the place where they had been.





“Que o Espírito Santo guie a sua inteligência, faça-o descobrir a verdade escondida na Sagrada Escritura e inflame a sua vontade para praticá-la.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina