ANGELICA: There are moments that the words don’t reach There’s a grief too powerful to name You fight your tears back as well as you can Once more burdened with the unimaginable!
The moments when your’re in so deep It feels easier to just swim down Eliza Hamilton moves uptown Consumed again by the unimaginable!
ELIZA: I spend hours in his study I pour over his words once more And it’s quiet uptown A quiet we both felt once before
I take my sister to church with the children A sign of the cross at the door And I pray… I don’t know how I’m going to endure…
ENSEMBLE If you see her in the street, walking by herself, Talking to herself, have pity!
ELIZA: Alexander, you liked it uptown! It’s quiet uptown!
ENSEMBLE: She is going through the unimaginable! She stays up at night, sitting where he used to write Taking in his words and the city!
ELIZA: Look around! Look around! How lucky we are to be alive right now!!
ENSEMBLE: Can you imagine?
ELIZA (Imagining Alexander beside her): Look at where you are! Look at where you started! I really don’t know why I deserve you But hear me out! That would be enough! If I could spare your life! If I could trade your life for mine! You’d be standing here right now Your dreams alive And that would be enough!
I don’t pretend to know The struggles you were facing! When you wrote that cursed pamphlet, when you set your world ablaze.
But I’m not afraid! I know who I married! I’ll keep your legacy alive… Could that be enough?
ENSEMBLE: If you see her in his room Reading to herself, sobbing to herself Have pity! She is going through the unimaginable! See her sitting all alone, facing the unknown Looking out at her husband’s city
ELIZA: Why did you write like you were running out of time?
ENSEMBLE: She is going through the unimaginable!
ANGELICA: There are moments that the words don’t reach There’s a sadness too terrible to name We find resolve as best as we can To push away the unimaginable! We are standing at his headstone I am standing by Eliza’s side She reads his words:
HAMILTON (voice): This letter, my very dear Eliza, will not be delivered to you, unless I shall first have terminated my earthly career; to begin, as I humbly hope from redeeming grace and divine mercy, a happy immortality.
ELIZA/HAMILTON: I need not tell you of the pangs I feel, from the idea of quitting you and exposing you to the anguish which I know you would feel. Fly to the bosom of your God and be comforted. With my last idea; I shall cherish the sweet hope of meeting you in a better world.
ELIZA: Adieu best of wives and best of Women. Ever yours
ELIZA: It’s quiet uptown!
ENSEMBLE: His legacy…Can you imagine? His legacy… Can you imagine? If you see her in the street, walking by herself, talking to herself have pity… She is going through the unimaginable!
MIght wanna grab some tissues, just like Lin, I made myself cry too
Tell Me your story, show Me your wounds
and I’ll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you. Hand Me the pieces, broken and bruised and I’ll show you what Love sees when Love sees you || When Love Sees You by Mac Powell
Art: Divine Painting - The Divine Mercy, Jesus I Trust In You by Terezia Sedlakova Wutzay
“You expired, Jesus, but the source of life gushed forth for souls, and the ocean of mercy opened up for the whole world. O Fount of Life, unfathomable Divine Mercy, envelop the whole world and empty Yourself out upon us.”
“O Blood and Water, which gushed forth from the Heart of Jesus as a fount of mercy for us, I trust in You!”
another catholic-christian friend (who I am not tagging out of discretion and they can reblog this if they want) and I are trying hard to go to the UN in two weeks, to the commission on the status of women. We feel “Stepping Out” here is the right thing to do, for truth and true mercy.
please add us and our mission to your mass intentions, your rosaries, your prayer intentions, etc. Please storm heaven on our behalf and on behalf of the people we might speak to. We trust God will take care of us and show us what to do, but a covering of prayer is always good. None of us are above asking for prayer.
please please. and pass it around. that we would be docile and malleable and open to all God’s will and all God’s ways without regard for ourselves or our agendas.
and please please please pray regularly (esp at Mass) for the conversion of all world leaders, conversion of the whole world, the end of satan’s power, for the whole world to trust in the TRUE Mercy of God with all its heart, for the triumph of the immaculate heart, the souls in purgatory, that vast and wide healing would take place so all people could be reconciled to the truth through True Mercy, for the end of all false and anti- mercy. that no souls would go to hell each day solely through the mercy of God so that the devil cannot steal souls, for the conversion of people’s hearts and wills and healing in their wills and understandings, pray big, big prayers always submitted to God’s Holy Will and trust that it isn’t your strength that answers them, but only His Goodness, like St. Therese indicated. “Thy Will Be Done”, His will is always love and mercy itself.
Praise The Lord, no sign of ‘Sabine’ and her husband today at the abortion centre in Twickenham😊💕Pls pray Divine Mercy for them again and for another lady 'Greta’ -mother of 6 children, considering aborting 7th one.
Couple who decided against an abortion 2 months ago - 'Rima’ and 'Sebastian’ got married recently in The Catholic Church. 🎉🌹❤They are very happy and grateful that we helped them to choose life for their precious baby. They said without us they wouldn’t probably have this lovely celebration.
Another turn around from Tw'ham gave birth to baby girl last week😊💕
When you go to confession, to this fountain of My mercy, the Blood and Water which came forth from My Heart always flows down upon your soul and ennobles it. Every time you go to confession, immerse yourself in My mercy, with great trust, so that I may pour the bounty of My grace upon your soul. When you approach the confessional, know this, that I Myself am waiting there for you. I am only hidden by the priest, but I myself act in your soul. Here the misery of the soul meets the God of mercy. Tell souls that from this fount of mercy souls draw graces solely with the vessel of trust. If their trust is great, there is no limit to My generosity. The torrents of grace inundate humble souls. The proud remain always in poverty and misery, because My grace turns away from them to humble souls.