14. I have uttered shrill cries like a swallow or a crane, I have moaned like a dove. My eyes all the while are growing weary as I look up to the heavens: Come and help me, O Lord! For I am troubled.





“Queira o dulcíssimo Jesus conservar-nos na Sua graça e dar-nos a felicidade de sermos admitidos, quando Ele quiser, no eterno convívio…” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina