Forgotten Rose

Invisibility means you blend into walls in plain sight. So people call you a wall flower. Being forgotten means you are lost in the forth dimension named: Time

Being lost means you were once part of a family, a tribe.

Tribulation destroys community, a Forgotten Rose fragments and Holy Mother catches the petals and tucks each one under My Guardian Angel’s wing.

Invisibility means you are given to silence and hiddenness. The wind is your best friend. Human words fall into fissures where there are only crumbs left.

Beside the silence each word is pale, it passes, whither’s quickly fades to black. I gather my collection of inner and outer cacophony in hopes to mute the echoes and still my soul.

At the Forth Station is my Queen Mother Mary. Hiding in her hiddenness Her petals envelope the Forgotten Daughter. I repose into Her glances and pleasant smiles.

Truly I have set my soul in silence and peace. A weaned child on its Mother’s breast, even so is my soul. Oh Israel, Hope in the Lord both now and forever more. — Psalm 130

My entire life is on Her watch. At conception she holds me in Her maternal gaze. While the adults in the room absent themselves. Yet one must have uttered a prayer of Thanksgiving for such a small good to overcome me.

A Forgotten Daughter is a rose within Her rose. Royal colours paint her petals, but even in gardens of grandeur, isolation runs deep from the primitive family of origin.

Some time later: I rise to offer my atomic self to Her.

”I make three acts of adoration to my Creator, reciting three *Gloria’s* to thank him for the many times I received the grace of being admitted to the presence of the three divine Persons.”

The Virgin in the Kingdom of the Divine Will, Day 11

— Luisa Piccarreta