In the miseries of this vale of tears, to whom shall we have recourse, if
not to you, Saint Joseph, to whom your beloved spouse Mary entrusted all her rich
treasures, that you might keep them to our advantage? "Go
to my spouse, Joseph," Mary seems to say to us "and he will comfort you and will make you happy and contented."
Do you have pity on us, therefore, Joseph. Have pity on us through that love with which
you cherished Mary, a spouse so worthy and so amiable.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be . . .
We are fully conscious that we have offended the justice of God by our
sins and deserve His most severe chastisements. Now, what shall be our place of refuge? In
what haven shall we find ourselves in safety? "Go to
Joseph," Jesus seems to say to us. "Go to
Joseph, in whom I was well pleased and whom I had for My foster father. To him, as to a
father, I have communicated all power, that he may use it for your good according to his
own desire." Pity us, therefore, blessed Joseph. Pity us, for the great
love you bore toward a Son so admirable and so dear.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be . . .
Unhappily, the sins we have committed call down upon us the heaviest
scourges; this we must confess. In what ark shall we take refuge in order to be saved?
Where shall we find the blessed rainbow that shall give us comfort and hope in the midst
of our affliction? "Go to Joseph," the
eternal Father seems to say to us. "Go to him, who took My
place on earth with regard to My Son made man. I entrusted to his keeping My Son Who is
the unfailing source of grace. Every grace, therefore, is in his hands."
Pity us, therefore, dear Joseph. Pity us by your great love for Almighty God Who has been
so generous to you.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be . . .
