This vibrant, almost palpitating flower was outside the rectory the other day. Tiny! For you, Mary, when you were in the womb.
There’s lots of discussion these days about abortion and beating hearts, as if there is no human life, not even what science might call a conception, until there is a heart which is beating, you know, palpitating. John Hopkins uses the verb “to palpitate” to refer to hearts beating properly or improperly, as in “heart palpitations.”
What if Mary’s conception, surely immaculate, was said to take place only at the time of palpitation. Hmmm. That would seem like a denial of her immaculate conception, which, by the way, would take place at the time of her conception, right, the whole thing with Joachim and Anne? You know how it works.
I’ll have to think about this and about who talks like that… Hmm…
ARISE! LET US BE GOING! 
The shepherds have drifted astray. No wonder there is confusion among the sheep. The Immaculata’s flower is just like her. It is small, delicate, beautiful, but it has the bravery of the Lion of Juda! Thank you, Mother Mary.
The tiniest flowers are the most powerful. They cause you to pause, bend down, and really, really look if you are to take in their beauty. They are carriers of silence, which is the voice of God.