What praise can we bring with our weak and sinful lips to the most honourable of all creations, praised more than angels and archangels, the most holy Theotokos, who became worthy to be the Mother of the Most High God, and the Guardian of all Christian people? However, in order to be good Christians, we need to praise incessantly (and do in the same time the will of God!) the mediatrix of our salvation.
May I turn on the lights in your soul? I want to see all your wounds and cure them. I do not want to step on them and hurt you even more. It is cold in here, light the fire of love! Your heart is a garden, and the friends are the flowers you have taken care of. The more you hug them, the more beautiful you become.