"My beloved Mother, it is to you, then, that I owe
the happiness which I enjoy in contemplating Him.
He derived the light from your eyes, the color
from your cheeks, the flesh from your flesh,
and a heart from your heart . . .
Yes, O Mother, you gave me Jesus,
the Word made Flesh, who at this moment
I am contemplating in the Host."
Ven. Concepcion (Conchita) Cabrera de Armida
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