Rea on Dea ...

Veils that cover the resplendent image of the Love and Grandeur of Dea, the Generator, of the Venerable Mother of the Knights of the Lily, dissolve, so that Her gaze may plunge into the bosom of this noble assembly, and our emotion at Her sight may exalt our hearts and elevate our spirit towards Her.

Venerable Mother, to describe Your image is to express the profound truths that You taught while You were with us. And can I shirk this duty, now that You appear before their eyes, on this inanimate canvas, just as You were and just as You are in our immortality?

Brothers and Sisters, lift your eyes and look: these are the features of Dea, the Generator, of your Venerable Mother. These are the features of the one who, with Her powerful arm, constructed the Dome under which you are sheltered.

She sits on Her marble throne, upright and immobile. She is the symbol of merciful justice, not judicial justice. Her eyes are filled with light and her look, both surprised and worried, full of love, scrutinizes your hearts. She is surprised at the absence of those who should be here, and She is worried about those who are no longer here. The first are the forgetful ones; the others are the sinners.

If Her heart could beat under the clothes She wears, it would beat for them, the absent ones. It would not beat for you, who are present, faithful to Her voice. For you, She makes a gesture. Look carefully and you will see it. She is about to rise and open Her arms to you. Can you see it? Try to understand the symbol.

Dea, beloved Sister, one of Your Knights picked up his brush and, in concentration and piety, traced Your features in his studio. Your soul penetrated into him and it is through this beautiful inspiration that this work came forth, for the happiness of Your faithful Dames and Knights.

Accept this gift as evidence of the pure love of one of Your Knights.

And you, my Brothers and Sisters, bend your knee before these noble features and cry out with me:

MAY HER WORK LIVE