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Laurent Pingault
Laurent Pingault

The document is a poem praising the beauty and enduring nature of the Catholic Church over its 2000 year history. It describes how the Church has survived trials and tribulations but has never faded or weakened. It highlights the Church's role in inspiring art, music, architecture, and spiritual guidance for believers over the centuries. The poem expresses that through the Church, believers are able to reflect the image of God and find guidance to eternal life.

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LOVE THE CHURCH How beautiful you are , my mother ! By Brother Pierre- Marie Delfieux Article published in Italian in reviewing Monastic Fraternities of Jerusalem Sources Vives No. 93 Ive been taught that you have twenty centuries and I see that you are twenty years. Everything you lived, worn, suffered for two millennia already, do you neither withered or worn . According to the promise you was sent by That one even you who founded the powers of evil have nothing have against you! u have triumphed thousand pitfalls endured setbacks and torments, supported calumnies indifference and persecution. But nothing has ever been stop you, kill you or you fade. You took shots , but God has healed. You had your wrongs, but were you forgiven. You have known moments of hesitation , of weakness, mediocrity, but thou hast finally all exceeded. Thou hast walked without get tired . You held without break . And you lasted without old. You are the Church of Christ ! Here you are also beautiful , despite the weight of years , or rather the through time , that first day when the bridegroom is up for you , so you sanctify you by the washing bath water with the word accompanies it. You remember : He wanted to introduce yourself person to Him all splendor, without spot or wrinkle , or any such thing , but holy , beautiful and immaculate. and you always kept in your eyes the reflection of divine grace and this flash future already imbued with eternity. as you was beautiful , the day you release of its open side !
Daylight Easter radiant joy of the morning Pentecost, still light your face . I see you again, Bride of Christ Church holy in thy beauty first , bridal and mother , so alive that ' Spring of Galilee. the Christ clothed thee garments of salvation , He has you draped in the mantle of justice , as a young husband gets a tiara and as a bride adorns herself with her jewelry. And led by the hand of the living God , you have never aged but only experienced youth successive . Forever, subsidiary , bridal and mother . I 'll see you standing at the prow first missions apostolic . I see you silent and dignified, not avoiding Point shots under the thrust of persecution, arising out of the catacombs. I see you all you erecting right in front of invasions and making all these "Barbarians" of the son . e 'll see you through not a cheerful Middle Ages and the Renaissance at a more severe aridity and schisms the madness of wars religion. I see your eyes misted with tears emerging mists obscurantism of the Inquisition, the Crusades, anathemas of temptations of theocracy time and revolutions. You've cried and weep have washed you. Beyond the philosophies falsely informed and temporal messianism of all sides, the secularization
illusory and ideologies Atheists , you transparais . in the roll heresies you want the course. At the crossroads of false you keep track road . in abysses you do slip not . Sometimes tired , often injured , how touching then in your humility , you're always shifts . By the grace One who made for you that everything is grace , there you are without constantly rejuvenated and strengthened . As further embellished . So you're that one that goes desert like a column of cloud , leaning on her Beloved. You're wife the Lamb who inspired him to follow wherever He goes, sure the promise that even if the sheep came by impossible " Wander " , she would never lost. Because no can you pull more of its hand , much less the Father's hand. I see you again , here's fifteen centuries of spring traversing deserts Judah Scete , Nitrian of Cappadocia. and populating throughout the world, Mediterranean first, then European , and soon whole earth , hermitages of laures and monasteries, all more prayerful , more collected and more beautiful than the other . I see you drawing up here oratories, chapels there , Besides churches, further basilicas , making all arise signs of beauty praise his name. I hear your voice , powerful and calm , sometimes as gentle as a murmur , sometimes closes as rock- speaking world thirsting for love and truth, across the floor of the Fathers and
theologians, T J E3 LOVE THE CHURCH 2/2 confessors and doctors, preachers and mystics. I mean beauty liturgical songs that for two thousand years you do tirelessly to mount God, the Gregorian Byzantine , Syriac to the Ambrosian , from Ethiopia to Anglican , what the Renaissance , the classical age and modern times , a pole of the world wallows and east to west , add their music daily and their voice , by uniting to the angels ! How beautiful you are , my Mother, with all your children prepared round about the table as olive plants ! You're with your beautiful crown saints and saints, your arms loaded with sheaves newborns, dressed in white ! And at your feet , the crowd all the faithful and all repented , apostles, evangelists, virgins, ascetics , martyrs , holy women , pastors, young couple , lay and dedicated , sheltered under the Coat your mercy, informed of your word of truth, comforted by your wisdom and illuminated joy of the seven sacraments. They carry the bread of their stronger than you given to make live . You make them a body brave march towards God. oi who exorcises , forgive , and bellies healed, you spread of we ugliness of evil. you who flashings , bless , institues , devoted and united, you go to
our souls the splendor of grace. You illuminate our faces and make up the joy of our hearts, making us the son of Light and children Day . You are the Mother of the people God . Will he world some more beautiful than this thing that for twenty centuries you Inspired , provoked , shaped and built? Will he world more beautiful than architecture that thy Romanesque churches and your cathedrals Gothic , sculpture more resplendent painting more bright frescoes better worked tapestries better embroidered illuminations better plotted, as thou hast all raised to the glory of Christ , the Virgin , angels and saints? more beautiful call of God , and shalt say . The most beautiful music sacred music, and thou sing . The most beautiful clothes are liturgical and monastic and you doors . The most beautiful feelings are inspired by the Gospel and thou convey . It is you who we give it all. this is you thus learn to men and women of this world, the elderly and the children, to transcend the beauty, the opacity of the material and the weight of the term , for as a springboard to Spirit and eternity. How beautiful you are , my Mother, when you guide our steps to paths of peace you Insiders us the secrets of prayer that you push us live in justice , hope and purity ! that you're beautiful when you we
remember that God is our Father, and, looking well , you as our Mother, to openly, to his son Jesus Christ , we reflect together the same image , which reflects something already on earth the glory of the Lord. For now, I know , I still see as a mirror. But when it comes day of face to face , I behold in all your splendor. I can already hear the song of angels saying his wife was made for Him beautiful . And I see you in the brightness of the New Day , Woman who has the sun coat, with the moon under and a foot ring twelve stars on her head ; down from heaven from God, resplendent divine glory as beautiful a bride adorned for her Bridegroom . In the dawn of eternal wedding ! It was then that we will turn all together, all together united in you, to the fullness of love Whoever wants to be while all to drink , drunk with joy, to the Source of Life.

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  • 1. LOVE THE CHURCH How beautiful you are , my mother ! By Brother Pierre- Marie Delfieux Article published in Italian in reviewing Monastic Fraternities of Jerusalem Sources Vives No. 93 Ive been taught that you have twenty centuries and I see that you are twenty years. Everything you lived, worn, suffered for two millennia already, do you neither withered or worn . According to the promise you was sent by That one even you who founded the powers of evil have nothing have against you! u have triumphed thousand pitfalls endured setbacks and torments, supported calumnies indifference and persecution. But nothing has ever been stop you, kill you or you fade. You took shots , but God has healed. You had your wrongs, but were you forgiven. You have known moments of hesitation , of weakness, mediocrity, but thou hast finally all exceeded. Thou hast walked without get tired . You held without break . And you lasted without old. You are the Church of Christ ! Here you are also beautiful , despite the weight of years , or rather the through time , that first day when the bridegroom is up for you , so you sanctify you by the washing bath water with the word accompanies it. You remember : He wanted to introduce yourself person to Him all splendor, without spot or wrinkle , or any such thing , but holy , beautiful and immaculate. and you always kept in your eyes the reflection of divine grace and this flash future already imbued with eternity. as you was beautiful , the day you release of its open side !
  • 2. Daylight Easter radiant joy of the morning Pentecost, still light your face . I see you again, Bride of Christ Church holy in thy beauty first , bridal and mother , so alive that ' Spring of Galilee. the Christ clothed thee garments of salvation , He has you draped in the mantle of justice , as a young husband gets a tiara and as a bride adorns herself with her jewelry. And led by the hand of the living God , you have never aged but only experienced youth successive . Forever, subsidiary , bridal and mother . I 'll see you standing at the prow first missions apostolic . I see you silent and dignified, not avoiding Point shots under the thrust of persecution, arising out of the catacombs. I see you all you erecting right in front of invasions and making all these "Barbarians" of the son . e 'll see you through not a cheerful Middle Ages and the Renaissance at a more severe aridity and schisms the madness of wars religion. I see your eyes misted with tears emerging mists obscurantism of the Inquisition, the Crusades, anathemas of temptations of theocracy time and revolutions. You've cried and weep have washed you. Beyond the philosophies falsely informed and temporal messianism of all sides, the secularization
  • 3. illusory and ideologies Atheists , you transparais . in the roll heresies you want the course. At the crossroads of false you keep track road . in abysses you do slip not . Sometimes tired , often injured , how touching then in your humility , you're always shifts . By the grace One who made for you that everything is grace , there you are without constantly rejuvenated and strengthened . As further embellished . So you're that one that goes desert like a column of cloud , leaning on her Beloved. You're wife the Lamb who inspired him to follow wherever He goes, sure the promise that even if the sheep came by impossible " Wander " , she would never lost. Because no can you pull more of its hand , much less the Father's hand. I see you again , here's fifteen centuries of spring traversing deserts Judah Scete , Nitrian of Cappadocia. and populating throughout the world, Mediterranean first, then European , and soon whole earth , hermitages of laures and monasteries, all more prayerful , more collected and more beautiful than the other . I see you drawing up here oratories, chapels there , Besides churches, further basilicas , making all arise signs of beauty praise his name. I hear your voice , powerful and calm , sometimes as gentle as a murmur , sometimes closes as rock- speaking world thirsting for love and truth, across the floor of the Fathers and
  • 4. theologians, T J E3 LOVE THE CHURCH 2/2 confessors and doctors, preachers and mystics. I mean beauty liturgical songs that for two thousand years you do tirelessly to mount God, the Gregorian Byzantine , Syriac to the Ambrosian , from Ethiopia to Anglican , what the Renaissance , the classical age and modern times , a pole of the world wallows and east to west , add their music daily and their voice , by uniting to the angels ! How beautiful you are , my Mother, with all your children prepared round about the table as olive plants ! You're with your beautiful crown saints and saints, your arms loaded with sheaves newborns, dressed in white ! And at your feet , the crowd all the faithful and all repented , apostles, evangelists, virgins, ascetics , martyrs , holy women , pastors, young couple , lay and dedicated , sheltered under the Coat your mercy, informed of your word of truth, comforted by your wisdom and illuminated joy of the seven sacraments. They carry the bread of their stronger than you given to make live . You make them a body brave march towards God. oi who exorcises , forgive , and bellies healed, you spread of we ugliness of evil. you who flashings , bless , institues , devoted and united, you go to
  • 5. our souls the splendor of grace. You illuminate our faces and make up the joy of our hearts, making us the son of Light and children Day . You are the Mother of the people God . Will he world some more beautiful than this thing that for twenty centuries you Inspired , provoked , shaped and built? Will he world more beautiful than architecture that thy Romanesque churches and your cathedrals Gothic , sculpture more resplendent painting more bright frescoes better worked tapestries better embroidered illuminations better plotted, as thou hast all raised to the glory of Christ , the Virgin , angels and saints? more beautiful call of God , and shalt say . The most beautiful music sacred music, and thou sing . The most beautiful clothes are liturgical and monastic and you doors . The most beautiful feelings are inspired by the Gospel and thou convey . It is you who we give it all. this is you thus learn to men and women of this world, the elderly and the children, to transcend the beauty, the opacity of the material and the weight of the term , for as a springboard to Spirit and eternity. How beautiful you are , my Mother, when you guide our steps to paths of peace you Insiders us the secrets of prayer that you push us live in justice , hope and purity ! that you're beautiful when you we
  • 6. remember that God is our Father, and, looking well , you as our Mother, to openly, to his son Jesus Christ , we reflect together the same image , which reflects something already on earth the glory of the Lord. For now, I know , I still see as a mirror. But when it comes day of face to face , I behold in all your splendor. I can already hear the song of angels saying his wife was made for Him beautiful . And I see you in the brightness of the New Day , Woman who has the sun coat, with the moon under and a foot ring twelve stars on her head ; down from heaven from God, resplendent divine glory as beautiful a bride adorned for her Bridegroom . In the dawn of eternal wedding ! It was then that we will turn all together, all together united in you, to the fullness of love Whoever wants to be while all to drink , drunk with joy, to the Source of Life.