Guadalupe Moon

celebrating the humble and small

There is a reason
You appear
with roses and stars;
with softness
and with fire;
Earthly Beauty
and Heavenly Light.

Always to the poor,
the humble, the small;
children, farmers, mothers.
To these You show Your Face;
to those who look to the skies
more than to books;
those who understand
the Rule of Beauty
and seek the Way of Peace;
whose hearts are rich
and fertile soil in which
Your Roses may grow and bloom,
and whose souls bear Wisdom
and Wonder to wish upon Your Stars.

While learned men question and deliberate,
the simple accept and receive
the Consolation of Your Presence,
the Balm of Your Beauty;
the Apparition of
God’s Most Tender Love.

Mystical moonlit sky on the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe a few years ago. The (exceedingly humble!) photo doesn’t begin to capture the beauty. The night was incredibly still and quiet and the light somehow made the surrounding clouds a soft rose color. This moment, while taking out the trash that night, inspired the poem.

Normally I would have posted something else today and would have waited till December 12 to share this piece on the actual Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe, but my week is extra busy and I am extra tired, so I am consolidating and sharing this piece from the archives in Her honor, and in honor of all of the humble, small ones She loves.

Deep Peace and Gentlest Blessings to All,

Cheryl Anne