“My son, sing of new joy of love for my children. Sing a new song of joy for God, your creator.”

‘Yes, mother.’

Mary is now appearing before me. She is dressed in white as a simple maiden in her humility and grace, first holding the dove of the Holy Spirit, which is then transformed into a little yellow bird, a bird so sweet, chirping in the glory of God’s love.

“My son, you remember the vision and message of Jesus from many years ago that your life would be like this little yellow bird on a twig on the side of a mountain? And Jesus told you that he would lift your wings like this little bird to fly in his love to many places, to many people, but then you would return to the side of the mountain.”

‘Yes, my mother.”

There is now a single bird singing, chirping as a sign of confirmation of this vision.

Sometimes the twig is lonely, but I know that it is strong and it is the foundation of faith from where I shall fly.

‘So, Lord, take me as you desire and lead me in the joy of the mercy of your love.’