In the hour of our Calvary You, who have experienced the sun’s eclipse, cover us with your mantle so that wrapped in your warmth, our long wait for freedom may be more bearable
With your motherly caress, lighten the sufferings of the sick
Swamp with your discrete and loving presence the bitterness of those who are lonely. Quench the fires of nostalgia in the hearts of the wanderers And let them rest their weary heads, upon your shoulder.
Sing again today your Magnificat and proclaim a torrent of justice for all earth’s oppressed
Do not leave us lonely in the night chanting to our fears. Even in moments of obscurity hold us close …
… and whisper to us that you are the, Virgin of Advent, Awaiting the light, and our face will be dried of all its tears