|Posted by Doming on March 31, 2018 at 12:15 AM|
MY MOTHER IS THE VESSEL WHERE DIVINE MERCY WAS POURED OUT FOR THE FIRST TIME
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Joyful Mother You who begot the Eternal Son of the Father!
Prior to My birth, when She joyfully possessed My Body,
I would infuse Her with the softest sweetness,
causing Her to consider the gentleness and beauty
of being the august temple of the God made Man.
Mary, tender Mother,
privileged with so many ecstasies and raptures,
that She was suspended between Heaven and earth.
Her life at that time seemed and was, all of it,
Joyful Mother, how sweet it was to have chosen you
among all other women,
and how I relished your most tender union with Me!
You walked enthralled among so many creatures
who did not see the retinue of angels that I had placed around you.
You would move among the people, humble and beautiful,
because I, made Your flesh, inhabited in You.
You have given Me life and, in a certain way,
You are the only one who has exchanged the gift of life with Me,
You gave Me My blood
and no one will be able to give Me as much as You have given Me
in Your outburst of love.
Because You, joyful Mother, have not only offered to Me human life
but the life that springs forth from Your love,
and in this consisted the greatest merit of Yours.
Joyful Mother, if I call You now in Heaven,
You respond in the same way as then,
“My Son, Life of Mine, what do You desire of Me?”
And I can say to You,
“Oh Mother, You can give Me nothing more.
I only want to look at You, because You are My true masterpiece.
You are My Ark, My Tabernacle.
You are the vessel where the Mercy of the Word
was poured out for the first time.”
How sublime is Your luminous gaze.
Oh Mother ever serene, why do You not allow Yourself
to be seen by those who do not understand Our language?
Show them Your countenance, because I delight very much in it.
Let them admire You because You are My Mother.
The recompense that I gave You for Your pregnancy is great.
I have ruled (and You already know it)
that every time You call Me, with all love,
I and all of Heaven will exalt in joy.
Then as an echo, the divine harmonies will arrive on earth,
and they will reverberate in a thousand souls.
Joyful Mother, the one You begot delights today
in talking about You to these children
and praising You endlessly.
If man’s condition could allow it,
I would let Your children know many sweetest things.
But the day will come when they, as I do,
will also enjoy the security
that Your ardent maternal affection knows how to give.
Mother of Guadalupe, I talk to You,
and You, talk to the hearts of those who listen to Me.
They are preparing to present themselves before You.
Prepare them Yourself, sweeten their hearts
which then You, Mary, will present to the Holy Trinity.