Immaculate Heart

The gentle beating of a heart so pure
A heart immaculate, mirror image
Of Jesus’ sacred heart, yet intertwined.
Inseparable are the Lamb of God
And Mary, Holy Mother, for in her
Almighty God was pleased to place His Son
As if in a holy tabernacle.
The blood of Mary is the blood of Christ,
For she did bring him forth into the world
To bring salvation to the human race.
Only a heart immaculate could be
A fitting vessel for the Lamb of God.
In unison the two hearts beat as one
In unison the precious blood within
The eucharistic chalice is the blood
Of Jesus, of maternal origin.
Holy Sister Lucia of Fatima
No more a shepherd girl from Portugal
But holy sister in Pontevedra
Having received holy apparition
Of Mary in her lowly convent cell
Who later spoke of Yahweh God who placed
His Son in Mary’s womb, as if in a
Tabernacle. Yet Mary’s heart was pierced
With thorns of human blasphemies against
That holy heart. Yet reparation can
Be made by those who at their hour of death
From Mary’s lips be promised salvation
By her perpetual prayers to Heaven’s throne
On five consecutive First Saturdays.
May we in all humility receive
Solemn absolution of mortal sin
Our souls cleansed and repaired from sinful stain
Worthy will we then be, in gracious state,
To partake of the Holy Eucharist
Receiving Christ, the Saviour of our souls.
May we utter, with hearts and minds made whole
Holy decades to the Immaculate
Heart of Mary, and rest with her, pondering
The joyful mysteries in order to
Make reparation to her Heart, solely
Fifteen minutes, yet would we not want to
Spend longer in her gracious company,
Covered with her mantle of motherhood?
Dear Mary, in your heart immaculate
So many joys and sorrows were stored up:
The story of the shepherds at the birth
Of Jesus, Lamb of God, so brightly shone
The star of Bethlehem in highest heaven
And deep within your heart its radiance shone.
Within the temple, Simeon did speak
Prophetically of a sword to pierce
Your heart, pointing to the shame of the cross.
Within that same temple, after three days
Of worry, searching for your only child
Within your heart you pondered what he said
And afterwards, in His obedience
To you and Joseph in your humble home
In Nazareth. But now to Calvary
Beneath the cross, great sorrow filled your heart
A mother’s love, outpouring helplessly
As that sword of which Simeon did speak
Made its heartbreaking thrust, your tears falling
Like soft and gentle rain upon the ground.
Beloved John then took you to his home,
We may not know how he did comfort you
And give you solace in your hour of need.
Help us, Mary, to make reparation
To your heart most immaculate, to bring
Peace to the world, to banish fear and strife
Placing all nations under Jesus’ feet
With you at His right hand for evermore.