We are touched by the tenderness of the gaze of Our Lady of Guadalupe, as we recall her words to Juan Diego, "Are you not in the
cool of my shadow? In the breeziness of my shade? Is it not I that am your source of contentment? Are you not cradled in my mantle? Cuddled in the
crossing of my arms?"
Turn then, most gracious Advocate, thine
eyes of mercy towards us!
