Today is truly a day to mark a white stone.
We had our first meeting of a group sharing the Word, the tombs of kings Pomare. This place is a promontory overlooking the sea, an oasis of calm in the city, immersing us in Creation. We sat on the edge of the embankment at the foot of the coconut trees, lulled by the waves, caressed by the wind. The sky blue with clouds, clings to the peaks of the island in as many sheep that beset them.
The small nucleus composed of a group of women in my parish, each member receives as a gift. The words that we receive confirm each other, each is hit deep into the heart.
Upon leaving, it is very difficult to tear each other, as young scouts camp after a while we have "only" spent three hours together.
Thanks Mary to show us the road that leads to your Son, thank you for giving everyone so much tenderness, thank you for your motherly protection over us, so weak and prone to falling.
The small nucleus composed of a group of women in my parish, each member receives as a gift. The words that we receive confirm each other, each is hit deep into the heart.
Upon leaving, it is very difficult to tear each other, as young scouts camp after a while we have "only" spent three hours together.
Thanks Mary to show us the road that leads to your Son, thank you for giving everyone so much tenderness, thank you for your motherly protection over us, so weak and prone to falling.
