How beautiful you were
with your wrinkled face;
your body, tired, worn out, yet,
radiant and full of our Lord’s Spirit.
Your soft wrinkled hands soothed
all the ugly pains of those you touched.
Your smile, your embrace, was worth
more than all the richness
the universe might hold.
In your simple, yet, magnificent ways,
you were the grandest of the grand, yet,
you were the humblest of the humble.
You stood firm and did not waiver
when it came to Your (His) beliefs,
Your (His) principles.
Like any mother,
you chastised with words of love;
like Christ, you gave infinite love.
Your humanity felt the pain:
you knew it was wrong
to overlook the needy;
you did not wait for them to come
to you; you got your hands dirty
there and then; you overcame your fears.
Mother, why do our fears alienate us
and keep us from ‘walking the walk’?
You lived in reality like Jesus,
and true luminaries.
You taught by example;
you did not need the gargantuous
temples of concrete or glass.
Your voice was soft thunder that
only a few have herd, understand, follow.
How wonderful it is to discern
what a real angel would look like.
You lived your life
like the truest of worriers,
a warrioress for peace and,
for the only true thing that matters,
From your Beloved,
you learned what had to be done;
from your loved ones, you learned
how to live an exemplary life.
Thank you, dear Mother
for having accepted
the burdensome task
of truly being the light in my darkness.
My only desire is that you
will not be forgotten
through our daily deeds.
By: MR. GUADALUPE VILLALPANDO