Madre Dolcissima
Gen Rosso
Sweet Mother
If I were a poet, I would write about you
The things that no one has ever said.
If I had the gift of art,
I would steal the light
To be able to draw your eyes.
If I had big wings,
I would release them in flight
To reach up high to you.
Sweet mother,
Treasure of the poorest,
Courage of those who still hope
You, sweet mother,
Console these tears,
Listen to those who have no words left.
Rest for the weakest,
Silence for the givers,
Fountain for our dryness.
Splendor of the star,
Morning star,
White snow over the cities,
Queen of peace,
Slice of love,
Root of our life,
You, sweet mother...
You are the anchor for the shipwrecked,
The poetry of song,
The only reality of our dreams,
Reflection of the infinite,
Brightness of the stars,
Image of the cosmos to come,
Guardian of the earth,
Source among the rocks,
Secret unlocked by every flower,
You, sweet mother...
