O Mary
 
O Mary, more beautiful than the most beautiful flowers… You are the Sea Star, more beautiful than the calm, placid and tranquil ocean.
I always think at You and venerate, as if it was the day you first came among us. You have been greeted and by the world venerated when, still unknown to men but loved by the Eternal Father, You generated Your Son in the Trinitarian Council.
O beautiful, even more beautiful, sweet star of my life, You are my friend, the Faithful Mother of my heart, the Councilor and my Sun.
You are bright even in the dark night, like a lantern in the evening, between the lowlands of a vast desert, and with Your finger You show me the way bringing the name Mary! This tells me that all I’ll do with You, for with You Jesus will listen to me and could better receive from Your hands my humble gifts of love.
You are the Immaculate, the Wisest, the most Untouchable, the most compassionate. Make people know that You are the most powerful.
Grateful Mother, from Your Son adored, Queen of the Universe and the Air, and of all that in the immense is around You; on the waters You float and travel with no veil and no helm.
Your song pushes You, o Messenger of Love.  
Your heart, stabbed by the sword, pours blood like dew which refreshes at its arrive. 
It is for You that I live of love and I restore at Your being there. From You I can’t be exempt.
O great pilot of the old world, I say to You that also in the modern world You free the souls from the hell, while with Your hand You caress the child, and with Your gaze You smile at the one who comes close to You searching for and invoking You.
While Jesus is prisoner of Love, You go on trickling bitter tears.
The sinner turns his gaze from You, but You noble, sweet pilgrim run after him, from morning to night, and while man curses You, You call him to his duty, so that in the black nights, before putting his head on the pillow he could remember the evil he did.
Sublime adviser, comfort the hearts broken by the trials of life, and calm the minds distressed by the intensity of sorrow that on this earth overwhelms even the strongest one.
But I beg You, o Great Lady, friend of Your Sons and sister of Your friends, do not forget anyone the moment of his death, but in his agony, kindly turning his gaze to You, may everyone repeat: “Mary…Mary”.    

 

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