Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe, who came to Juan Diego on Tepeyac Hill speaking words of love to him in his own native tongue, hear our petitions. You come to us, your poor and powerless children, a good mother who knows us intimately and listens intently to the longings of our hearts. You hear our cries and weep with us. We who work in the shadows of power and wealth ask for your protection for us and for our beloved who remain borders apart. Just as you spoke to your much-loved son, Juan Diego, “Am I not your mother? Are you not in the crossing of my arms?” so you speak to us. Take all of our yearning, aching and sorrow and create with them a beautiful bouquet to lay at the feet of your Son, Nuestro Señor Jesucristo. Amen.