Lady_of_Guadalupe

36 Am I Not Your Mother? sung in triumph in 1924,2 and it has been a deep and beautiful elegy in mournful days. The love of Mary lives always, but she never leaves us; she sings incessantly. When is that love more sublime? When does it bathe in splendors of glory on the shining Tabor, or when does it clothe itself with the majesty of pain on the tragic summit of Calvary? I would not know how to say this if Jesus had not taught us with his word of life and with his divine example that the supreme form of love is the cross—if he had not made the wonderful revelation that his Father gave him up to death because he loved him with infinite love, that the immense love of his heart made him go up to Calvary, and that all those who carry a deep and divine love in their hearts feel a strange longing for the pain of death. Today, Mary’s love seems to melt all its various shades into a single form. The centennial symphony seems to link all the themes of our history into the exceptional harmony of this solemn day. Today, Mary’s love is an exquisite mixture made up of all the perfumes, because in 2 The year that the “Codex Saville” was discovered. Now in the possession of the Smithsonian, it is a pictorial calendar depicting events in the history of the Valley of Mexico during the 15th and 16th centuries and attests to the authenticity of the apparition.

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