Virgin of Guadalupe
Blessed Mother, my chest aches:
right here, above my heart.
Will you press your lips here
and open
this secret eye?
Blessed Mother,
will you hold me,
wrap me in your scraps?
Wrap me in your rose blanket,
your wild blazing light?
Blessed Daughter,
child with child,
will you come to me?
Let me protect you,
build you a shelter
against desert cold.
Blessed Mother,
treasure this in your heart.
12December2006