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TO OUR LADY OF THE MANTLE “Behold your mother,” Jesus said to me when I was with you at the foot of the Cross. So, Mary, let me invoke you in this way. “My Mother, carry me in your heart. Take me by the hand. Give me that blessed milk with which you nursed Jesus. Keep me under your mantle the way you held Jesus in the shadow of your arms. My Mother, speak to me of Jesus; tell me everything about Him: from the night of Christmas to the night of Calvary, from the light of His conception to the light of His Resurrection. Help me find that will of the Father that you shared with him. Help me welcome that Holy Spirit who gave life to your womb and gave life to His tomb. Open me to that love that made you blessed and full of grace. Open me to that mission that, first, enclosed you in the silence of Nazareth And then took you to a foreign land in search of your lost children. Teach me abandonment and trust, poverty and humility, meekness and hiddenness. Teach me to weep, to suffer, to die. Teach me to give myself, to say ‘Here I am’ to Him who can do all things. Teach me to walk where he wants me to. Teach me to lose everything so as to become, with you, mother of all. Help me at every hour, especially at the last hour, which will bring me to see your face. Teach me to say ‘yes’ when you come with Jesus to take me from this world to bring me to the Father.” Don Andrea Santoro 11