
The Gardener cares for each small plant,
But, among many, only one shines...
So others may be loved.
Don't be jealous, don't be sad -
Mary, the Rose of whom I speak
Alone is sprinkled with the grace...
So we may get the same God's gift.
Mary, the Rose of whom I speak
Alone is sprinkled with the grace...
So we may get the same God's gift.
--
Tomasz, Racibórz
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