Your silver tears!
We saw you cry in Podbrdo
With our inner eyes,
Your kind eyes filled with tears of sadness,
Reflection of the English of a troubled century.
I saw your crystal tears fall on your rosy cheeks
And falling on the stones of rocky Podbrdo
With my inner eyes.
sparkling dew drops,
On the vine leaves of Medjugorje
Reflecting your holy tears
And proclaiming the “Ave Maria”.
I heard your sobs
Echoing among the hills of Medjugorje
With my heart and soul.
Restless mother that you are.
Who wouldn’t be restless?
When the children are perishing?
We can no longer see your tears.
Our sighs and prayers would reach the stars in your crown
And they can wipe away your motherly tears
Cascading down your cheeks.
You seemed sad and restless,
tears running down your cheeks
When you showed up at La Salette in the Alps.
Why did the crying never stop all the time?
While you were talking with your dear children.
The Visionaries say;
You were like a mother beaten by children
and ran away to the mountain to cry.
Certainly when you succeed one day,
Your bloodstained tears
It would turn into silver tears of joy.
Holy Mother, help us in this battle
To reach your heavenly abode.
We are waiting for your hug at the gate of Heaven.
Until then, we can cling to Christ and to you,
And remain uncommitted for the rest.
Together with the Most Precious Blood of Jesus,
There is nothing more emotional
May your holy tears, Mother Mary.
How many tears did you shed on the Via Crucis
And when you were under the Cross!
Still shedding tears for the prodigal sons.
Queen of peace, wishing once more
be in your yard
Sitting under the cherry tree
And remembering the days gone by.
Once again wishing to be in the apparition room,
Praying and waiting for your arrival,
To hear the sound of church bells
Announcing your majestic arrival with a cross of white light.
Looking at the faces of the seers shining before your eyes.
And put our petitions under your feet
Once again looking forward to being in Podbrodo,
On your knees in front of the blue cross.
Holy Mother, be my security in the restless tides of life,
Make my mind as peaceful as a lake on a windless night.
May your love of Mother burn like the fire of an altar,
In the secret temple of my being.
Medjugorje is a town in Bosnia where Mother Mary has been appearing to six visionaries since June 1981. On many occasions, the apparition has appeared there with teary eyes. Our Lady appeared at La Salette in France with a sad face and teary eyes in 1846. She is like a mother sitting next to a child in a coma; the world is in a spiritual coma. Some say that she is like a mother who jumps into the fire at home to save the children and the world is caught in a spiritual fire.