39 The Song of Tepeyac here. This hill is the highest in our soil because it is the closest to God. Mary also wanted us to build the temple. She could have sent her angels to bring forth a marvel of greatness and art from this arid land. She could have entrusted her loving wish to the noble conquerors of robust faith and undeniable chivalry. But no, this temple is a monument of love. It is the ineffable word that completes the glorious song. The lips that utter the word of love must be the beloved’s: only these lips distill honey from the skies; only these lips know how to impregnate with their fiery kisses the perfume of tenderness in the pledge of love. The Virgin entrusted her loving design to the ignorant and poor man so that the hands and the heart of the Mexican people, and not another heart and other hands, would build the temple of national love—the rich jewel that would contain the precious gem of that divine image. And Mexico pronounced its word of love to correspond to Mary’s tender word. It was a weak and stammering word as from a small and delicate son. What are the shy caresses of a child compared to the robust hugs and ardent kisses of a loving mother? First it was a small and humble hermitage where the precious image was placed. But every century has placed its wealth here. Every
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