From a priest who’s on the roof of the North American College in Rome as I write this:
When I saw these flowers, still flourishing despite the cold and the wind here in Rome (life in spite of death sounds pretty Gospel to me!), I couldn’t help but think of Mary and you! From one donkey priest to another.
My guardian angel is cringing from my being remembered with Mary, well, except for the fact that I’m said to be a donkey and donkeys are always with the Holy Family. So, I’m good with that, especially because of the way he described himself.
I might note here the mention of cold and wind in Rome. I have to wonder if that is a reference to windswept or any such thing. I’m sure it’s not easy. We pray to support each other. Hail Mary…
I’m sure our Lady must hear such prayers from donkey priests who give flowers to her.