Woman Clothed with the Sun

Through the harrowing night I saw in the distance
A woman clothed with the sun
She listlessly stood in levitation outside my bedroom window
Beneath her feet was a crescent moon
Her face tilted lowly to the right, posed in silent prayer
The sun adorned her beautiful robe
As quickly she came, suddenly she disappeared
It was a descent from Heaven
A battle cry for a once fallen soul
And in that despondent night
When the devil had gripped my soul
And the prayers of good souls pierced His Merciful Heart
To send a message laden with peace
I still did not know who she was?
I wondered not about it as time grew on
My body ached, my mind was suffering
Who was I? Where was I going? And what had I done?
I know now that I was an ingrate and sinful being
Without prayer I could easily cease to exit
Where would we all be if it were not for love?
Saint Paul said himself, that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord
A decade and a half years have passed since that hellish time
And now I know it was my Heavenly Mother in the guise of Our Lady of Guadalupe
How can her children ever repay her for bearing the Incarnate Word? For her unfailing love?
Do we know of the depth of sorrow she carries for us in her heart?
I seek to console her sorrow her heart with my life in honoring her requests
I can say with confidence Jesus I trust in You I fear no evil for your Mother is on my side

- Victoria Otazo