![]() ![]() ![]() The Son of God visited and consoled her many times, thus satisfying her thirst. She once again retired to her cell so as not to inconvenience the other nuns.įor four years after her return from Rome, the pain intensified and her life became a real martyrdom. She called them “her little angels,” as they were instruments for testing her patience as they recalled to her the intense suffering of her Jesus. When one of the worms fell to the floor, Rita picked it up with care and placed it back in the wound. The offensive odour and the worms reappeared also. ![]() – Moments before her death (the return of the scar and indescribable pain, her last four years sustained by the Eucharist, the miraculous Rose and the two figs, the visit of Jesus and the Blessed Virgin Mary…)Īs the sisters returned from Rome to the convent – just as Rita stepped over the threshold, the ugly wound reappeared on her forehead, and she suffered intense pains. Saint Rita, so humble, so pure, so mortified, so patient and of compassionate love for thy Crucified Jesus that thou couldst obtain from him whatsoever thou askest, on account of which all confidently have recourse to thee, expecting, if not always relief, at least comfort be propitious to our petition, showing thy power with God on behalf of thy suppliant be lavish to us, as thou hast been in so many wonderful cases, for the greater glory of God, for the spreading of thine own devotion, and for the consolation of those who trust in thee. O Holy Patroness of those in need, Saint Rita, whose pleadings before thy Divine Lord are almost irresistible, who for thy lavishness in granting favours hast been called the Advocate of the hopeless and even of the Impossible. Give us your dear Jesus, so we can journeyĪnd by embracing our crosses, we reach our heavenly destination. Holy woman of the impossible, bless our rosesįor the most difficult moments, let them be miraculous flowersĪnd when there is unrest between couples, grant unity Neither suffering and family change her decisionįollow only Jesus Christ, never betray your heart Who left everything in this life, because she understood what love is In this garden, Rita de Cascia, the rose flower, was sown There, whoever wants to earn a living has to carry his cross Alleluia!Īh, there are no roses without thorns, not at Jesus’ bed As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. ![]()
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