Our Lady of Guadalupe to Juan Diego

Do not be troubled or weighed down with grief. Do not fear any illness or vexation, anxiety or pain. Am I not here who am your mother. Are you not under my shadow and protection.

In The Harsh Mid-Winter

In the harsh mid-winter
Night air fills with snow
Gentle flakes like angels
Settle on fingered trees,
Once holding warblers
Now cradling snow with ease.
Light from candled windows
Stretches to a stable
Across the frozen fields.
Men whose prayer and labour
Brought life to birth from fertile soil
Now rest their longing hearts
In the harsh-midwinter
Snow, like angels fills the air.
In that white pine manger
Wrapped in swaddling clothes
The Virgin holds her baby
As choirs of gentle angles
Echo through the hills
Glory to God in the highest
Glory to God in the Highest.

St Benedict' Acres Madonna House