Happy Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe (Coatlaxupe Tonantzin). A todos bendiciones en esta Fiesta de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe (Coatlaxupe Tonantzin)
December blossom sprung from ancient root
Among the tumbled rocks where serpents hide,
Your radiance, lit by slowly budding fruit,
Holds out the hope of spring at winter tide.
The stars that wreathe your head sing frosted praise;
The moon lays down her silver at your feet.
Your presence warms the cold of darkened days;
Before your hallowed light the snows retreat.
Beneath your folded hands you bear the sun
As yet unrisen from the primal sea
Within the womb of woman, chosen one,
Whose being burns with life no eye can see.
Its fire will burn away the tangled thorn
That chokes the lands where flowers cannot bloom
Among the briars whose stranglehold has worn
To barrenness the world their snares consume.
Immensity of light has wrapped you round:
O hear us, blinded fools, as we entreat
That we may stand once more on holy ground,
The earth ablaze with roses at your feet. ---Sister Genevieve Glen, OSB
on the Blessed Mother and the story of Our Lady of Guadalupe.