you who took our flesh by appearing as a Navite of the Americas,
you who heed the cry during our darkest of moments,
you who appeared accompanied with the signs of flowers and the singing of birds, announcing yourself as the mother of the Great Truth,
you who praise God through your dance,
you who brought not only a message, but The Message was in your womb,
My Merciful Mother…
thank you for being light in our darkest moments and embracing us with your mantle of tenderness,
thank you for wanting to carry us in your heart, where we can also hear and be close to the heart of your Son,
thank you for accompanying us as we labour in God’s vineyard when you tells us as you told Juan Diego Cuauhtlatoatzin:
“AM I NOT HERE, I, WHO AM YOUR MOTHER? ARE YOU NOT UNDER MY SHADOW AND PROTECTION? AM I NOT THE SOURCE OF YOUR JOY? ARE YOU NOT IN THE HOLLOW OF MY MANTLE, IN THE CROSSING OF MY ARMS? DO YOU NEED SOMETHING MORE?” (Nican Mopohua, 119)
Mi Madrecita Querida…
help us obtain from your Son, the grace to always put our gaze where the dignity of our brothers and sisters of this world is being violated,
help us obtain from your Son, the grace to become messengers of the Truth when so many lies try to make us blind to the suffering,
help us so that our lives become a dance that praises, reverences and serves God with our whole beings.
Our Lady of Guadalupe, pray for us.