July 5: happy presence of our beloved P. HERRANZ: his “dies natalis” in that year of 1819.
His name was Miguel … “who is like God?” Indeed, God’s strength and fidelity were manifested in him. And they were poured into the little Congregation that was born amid hardships and difficulties.
We are celebrating the experience of Rosarillo, 150 years. Also the birth of Father Herranz: second centenary of his birth. With M.Cándida, we share her joy, above all.
And the support, the gratitude, and the deep respect; and the trust, and the filial affection that blossomed in her great heart, spilling over into those verses that she wrote, as simple and sincere; intense, as she was.
“The happy moment for me
Comes now … tarry not,
Nor make me suffer
Such pain and brokenness
My heart longs solely,
What alone inspires me
Is the desire to see my Fr. Herranz,
Who keeps me wakeful
Such delight
When I begin to think
This joy it seems
I cannot endure
My distressed heart
Sighs for him
who has been witness of my travail
Shoulder to cry on
Oh, Enè, if I could
As I have wished
Become an eagle
And fly to your side!
As there with a sonorous voice
I should tell you my troubles
My shocks, my woes
And things that you, do not ignore
Your heart is the temple
the saving ark
Where this poor Foundress
her secrets locked…
For you alone know
And soonest guess
In describing the scenes
These two have shared”
Her handwriting continues …
“Cándida María (sic), in all sincerity
To her Father Herranz … “
