Mother of Words, reveal to me your secret,
when God incarnated in you.
Tell me how you lived on earth,
immersed in constant adoration.
Enveloped in complete, indescribable peace.
In this mysterious silence
you penetrated ever deeper
into the bottomless Being,
as you carried the Divine Gift within you.
Oh Mother, keep me always
in God's embrace,
so that the image
of that God, who is all love,
may be imprinted in me:
“Amo Christum”.
(Elizabeth of the Holy Trinity, poem 87)
