This poem is by my sister, Kika.
OUR LADY OF GUADALUPE,
PRAY FOR US.
LIKE YOU DID FOR JUAN DIEGO,
FILL OUR WINTER NOW WITH ROSES.
YOU TUCKED THOSE TOKENS INTO HIS CLOAK
AND SENT JUAN TO HIS BISHOP TO LET THEM FALL.
GRANT OUR BISHOP, TOO, THAT VISION
OF THE BEAUTY OF HOLINESS,
AND RELEASE SUCH FLOODS OF GRACES
AS CAN’T HELP BUT CHANGE THE WORLD.
12/97
KETHA SPICER
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