Showing posts with label Mary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mary. Show all posts

Monday, March 2, 2026

Pope Francis' Consecration to the Immaculate Heart of Mary

[Given the recent unjust war launched by the United States of America against the Islamic Republic of Iran, I thought it appropriate to repost this prayer and to ask my readers, if possible, to pray it daily as I have been doing. 

On March 25, 1984, John Paul II, in union with the world's bishops, solemnly consecrated the whole world to the Immaculate Heart of Mary. He did this in fulfillment of a request made in the private revelation of Our Lady of Fatima in Portugal in 1916 as part of the so-called "Second Secret," which called for a consecration of Russia to the Immaculate Heart as a precondition for the "Triumph of the Immaculate Heart of Mary" and peace in the world. This prayer was made in consultation with the surviving visionary Sister Lucia, who affirmed that it fulfilled the conditions called for by the Virgin Mary.

On March 25, 2022, Pope Francis in union with the world's bishops and faithful again solemnly consecrated the whole world and, for the first time, in a special way Russia and Ukraine to the Immaculate Heart of Mary. He did this in response to many requests from Ukrainian Catholics, as well as due to his own intense Marian piety.

The general message of the Fatima apparition was for personal repentance from sin as a precondition for peace. Its core is the frequent reception of the sacraments of Confession and the Eucharist.

Nevertheless, for about the last year I have been regularly praying and repraying Pope Francis' moving consecration prayer, a special appeal to the Immaculate Heart of Mary which speaks in a particular way of and to our times. I invite others to do the same. Papa Francisce, ora pro nobis!] 

O Mary, Mother of God and our Mother, in this time of trial we turn to you.  

As our Mother, you love us and know us: no concern of our hearts is hidden from you.  Mother of mercy, how often we have experienced your watchful care and your peaceful presence!  You never cease to guide us to Jesus, the Prince of Peace.

Yet we have strayed from that path of peace.  We have forgotten the lesson learned from the tragedies of the last century, the sacrifice of the millions who fell in two world wars.  We have disregarded the commitments we made as a community of nations.  We have betrayed peoples’ dreams of peace and the hopes of the young.  

We grew sick with greed, we thought only of our own nations and their interests, we grew indifferent and caught up in our selfish needs and concerns.  We chose to ignore God, to be satisfied with our illusions, to grow arrogant and aggressive, to suppress innocent lives and to stockpile weapons.  

We stopped being our neighbour’s keepers and stewards of our common home.  We have ravaged the garden of the earth with war and by our sins we have broken the heart of our heavenly Father, who desires us to be brothers and sisters.  

We grew indifferent to everyone and everything except ourselves.  Now with shame we cry out: Forgive us, Lord!

Holy Mother, amid the misery of our sinfulness, amid our struggles and weaknesses, amid the mystery of iniquity that is evil and war, you remind us that God never abandons us, but continues to look upon us with love, ever ready to forgive us and raise us up to new life.  

He has given you to us and made your Immaculate Heart a refuge for the Church and for all humanity.  By God’s gracious will, you are ever with us; even in the most troubled moments of our history, you are there to guide us with tender love.

We now turn to you and knock at the door of your heart.  We are your beloved children.  In every age you make yourself known to us, calling us to conversion.  At this dark hour, help us and grant us your comfort.  Say to us once more: “Am I not here, I who am your Mother?”  

You are able to untie the knots of our hearts and of our times.  In you we place our trust.  We are confident that, especially in moments of trial, you will not be deaf to our supplication and will come to our aid.

That is what you did at Cana in Galilee, when you interceded with Jesus and he worked the first of his signs.  To preserve the joy of the wedding feast, you said to him: “They have no wine” (Jn 2:3).  

Now, O Mother, repeat those words and that prayer, for in our own day we have run out of the wine of hope, joy has fled, fraternity has faded.  We have forgotten our humanity and squandered the gift of peace.  We opened our hearts to violence and destructiveness.  How greatly we need your maternal help!

Therefore, O Mother, hear our prayer.

Star of the Sea, do not let us be shipwrecked in the tempest of war.

Ark of the New Covenant, inspire projects and paths of reconciliation.

Queen of Heaven, restore God’s peace to the world.

Eliminate hatred and the thirst for revenge, and teach us forgiveness.

Free us from war, protect our world from the menace of nuclear weapons.

Queen of the Rosary, make us realize our need to pray and to love.

Queen of the Human Family, show people the path of fraternity.

Queen of Peace, obtain peace for our world.

O Mother, may your sorrowful plea stir our hardened hearts.  May the tears you shed for us make this valley parched by our hatred blossom anew.  Amid the thunder of weapons, may your prayer turn our thoughts to peace.  

May your maternal touch soothe those who suffer and flee from the rain of bombs.  May your motherly embrace comfort those forced to leave their homes and their native land.  May your Sorrowful Heart move us to compassion and inspire us to open our doors and to care for our brothers and sisters who are injured and cast aside.

Holy Mother of God, as you stood beneath the cross, Jesus, seeing the disciple at your side, said: “Behold your son” (Jn 19:26).  In this way he entrusted each of us to you. To the disciple, and to each of us, he said: “Behold, your Mother” (v. 27).  

Mother Mary, we now desire to welcome you into our lives and our history.  At this hour, a weary and distraught humanity stands with you beneath the cross, needing to entrust itself to you and, through you, to consecrate itself to Christ.  

The people of Ukraine and Russia, who venerate you with great love, now turn to you, even as your heart beats with compassion for them and for all those peoples decimated by war, hunger, injustice and poverty.

Therefore, Mother of God and our Mother, to your Immaculate Heart we solemnly entrust and consecrate ourselves, the Church and all humanity, especially Russia and Ukraine [and the United States of America and Iran and Israel and Palestine and Sudan and...].  

Accept this act that we carry out with confidence and love.  Grant that war may end and peace spread throughout the world.  The “Fiat” that arose from your heart opened the doors of history to the Prince of Peace.  We trust that, through your heart, peace will dawn once more.  

To you we consecrate the future of the whole human family, the needs and expectations of every people, the anxieties and hopes of the world.

Through your intercession, may God’s mercy be poured out on the earth and the gentle rhythm of peace return to mark our days.  Our Lady of the “Fiat”, on whom the Holy Spirit descended, restore among us the harmony that comes from God.  

May you, our “living fountain of hope”, water the dryness of our hearts.  In your womb Jesus took flesh; help us to foster the growth of communion.  You once trod the streets of our world; lead us now on the paths of peace.  

Amen.

Wednesday, February 11, 2026

Poem: Lourdes

[Today is the feast day of Our Lady of Lourdes, which commemorate the anniversary of the first apparition to St. Bernadette Soubirous on February 11th, 1858. I visited Lourdes in 2017, drank the water, and bathed in the spring, and there received what I regard as both a true revelation and a miraculous healing. I wrote this poem a number of years later in recognition of this event.]

Lourdes

My Lady

who dwell in the mountains

abandon me not

forget me not

in silence

hold me


Lady of the stillness

of those overshadowed valleys

and of the spring

that bubbles up

from the depths of our despair

dark and clouded

by our filth

colder

than our loneliness


Lady of the darkness

that holds our eyes

in the night

in the grotto

under the shadow 

of your crossed arms


and Lady of the lights

the tongues of flame

melting wax

that spills upon our hands

searing

as we stumble

in your footsteps


Lady of gleaming white

reflected light

amidst the darkness


Lady of the song

we sing to you

sinners, fools,

sick and old

dispossessed, abandoned

in masses driven

calling upon you


Lady of the stench

and all the ugliness

of our decaying bodies

and souls


Lady of the shit-pile

where your daughter lived


Lady of the great grey expanse of space

beneath the ground

where we shelter

huddled together

so many

from the clamor

and the light

and the fire

that devour us


Lady of the shadows

on the concrete walls


Lady of the cinder-blocks

and the steel


Lady of this age

Queen of this great City

of blood and iron


Lady of the masses

teeming

starving

herded

driven

anonymous

to labor

and extermination


Lady of the broken selves

cast into the trash can


Lady of all those 

whom unclean iron

has pierced


Lady of all those

whom radiant idols

have chilled


Lady of all those

whose inner chamber is empty


Lady of all those

whose door is sealed shut

or broken open


Lady of all those

whom this world has defeated


Lady of all those

the righteous have despaired over

let fall

dropped out of the picture

hidden in the calculation

whose evil

the good have tolerated

whose eternal loss

the wise and just

have accepted


Lady who pass beyond

the limits of our patience

and our love


Lady of our healing


Lady of our death


Lady of Lourdes

I call upon you

over all your names

your shrines upon the earth


because I called upon you

in the night

and in the night

you heard and answered

and because I fell back

naked

into your icy waters

and you caught me


Lady of Lourdes

Queen of this age

and of me


I praise you


Amen

Monday, March 17, 2025

Poem: If You Had Said No

If You Had Said No


If you had said no

the burning Archangel

would have offered no rebuke


(he had not been sent

as for the priest

to humble pride

but to exalt humility)


he would have bowed

his crowned head

in silence

and in silence turned

and walked away

his rainbow plumage

receding in the endless distance

forever


in the courts of heaven

a hush would have fallen

on the cosmic powers


the cherubim

turn their thousand eyes

away from the earth


and the stars

take up

a new song


the celestial spheres

sigh like strings

in perpetual, cyclical

mourning


(for one can neither mourn nor desire

the impossible—

but what was possible

can be mourned and longed for

in remembrance

forever)


a quiet

would have fallen

upon the earth


the grass and the trees

clothe themselves

as in winter

with dimness


the burning desire

would go out

of the heart of things


no more of blood

in the dying leaves


no more of fire

in the blooming rose


the moths

would no longer

seek the flame


the leaves would have

no voice in the wind

the trees would have no eyes

and there would be no face

in the dark forest


the sons of men

would cease from

the ancient rites

of winter and springtime


they would make

no war

for immortal glory


the daughters of men

would be fair only

desired only

possessed only


there would be no light

in their eyes

no gleam of gold

fire earth moonlight

in their tresses


they would bear their children

in silence

with no wild hope

in the pain and blood


the birds

would not sing more sweetly

in their presence

nor would the fire burn brighter


there would be no roses

in them

at all


the littleness

of their children

would have no

greatness

in it


bread would be

only bread

wine only wine

and the blood of men

only like the blood of cattle