The sorrowful Infancy of Jesus I am poor and in work since my youth. Why O Jesus, in your childish hands these cruel thorns which one day will tear your forehead, so full of serenity now. Why this heavy cross on your young shoulders? Are not these the emblems of the work that you indulge in from your youth, to prepare the kingdom you came to establish and the mission you have to complete? “My Kingdom is not of this world”, did you say, Divine Savor. Ah! I should have understood ...
