Eternal Father, who never tires,

that you hold with a firm hand

what my hand breaks;

You, who do not measure my worth by my deeds

—so poor, so mixed—

but by the infinite weight of your Love,

that Love that pronounces my name

before I can pronounce yours.

I am valuable because you look at me,

because your heart loved me

when I still didn’t know how to get back.

If I fall, you are not the judge who enjoys my downfall:

You are a Father who goes out on the road,

with open arms and the house lit up,

and a set table

for the son who returns without merit,

but hungry for forgiveness.

Christ Jesus, the Word made flesh,

Redeemer of those who do not know how to save themselves:

I contemplate you on the Cross,

not as defeat, but as a throne.

Your nailed hands hold no grudge:

They hold the world.

Your open side does not accuse:

It spills over.

You give until the very last moment,

You pronounce mercy until the last drop;

And your “I am thirsty” pierces my lukewarmness

to teach me that your thirst is my life,

that your thirst is my return,

that your thirst is my salvation.

You don’t condemn me: you call me.

You don’t push me into the abyss: you lift me up.

You don’t close doors on me: you open them from the inside.

with that sovereign patience

that only true Love has.

Your grace is not a prize: it is medicine.

Your forgiveness is not cheap forgetting:

It is a new creation.

And in the silence of the days,

when everything seems routine,

You are in the Tabernacle:

not as a memory, but as a Presence;

not as a symbol, but humble Fire;

not as an idea, but as living Bread.

Eucharist!

Hidden heart of the Church,

heartbeat of God on earth,

sky folded into a piece of bread.

There you wait, patiently,

like someone who knows that love is begged for,

but never imposed

You await my clumsy steps,

my repeated returns,

my half-fulfilled promises,

and yet, upon opening the door,

You give me more than I deserve:

You give yourself.

You say my name tirelessly,

and that name—my name—

It sounds different in your mouth:

It sounds like a calling,

like redeemed dignity,

like a beloved child.

You lift me up according to your Spirit:

You teach me to see as You see,

to forgive as You forgive,

to love not by calculation,

but by overflowing.

And when night falls,

when sin weighs heavy

and hope seems distant,

She appears:

Mary, Mother, Dawn without shadow,

Wide gate to Jesus Christ,

The sure path that leads to Heaven.

He doesn’t keep the light: he points it out.

He does not draw me to himself: he gives me to the Son.

O faithful Virgin,

yes spoken at every hour,

fearless obedience,

humility without servility,

strength without noise;

crown of all virtues,

a clean mirror where God is reflected

without distortion of pride.

Mediatrix of graces,

not to compete with El Salvador,

but by embracing His will

with a Mother’s heart:

You receive what comes from Him

and you share it like someone who loves,

as one who knows

that grace is best offered

when it is offered with tenderness

Take me by the hand, Maria:

If I get lost in my reasoning,

Teach me the simple things:

return.

If I dwell on my mistakes,

remind me of the essentials:

His Mercy.

If fear paralyzes me,

show me the Tabernacle

like a home where there’s always room.

If I am tempted by pride,

make me small;

if sadness wounds me,

make me confident;

if habit lulls me to sleep,

Make me a worshipper.

And to you, saints of the Lord,

friends from on high,

witnesses that grace transforms,

And to you, guardian angel,

silent companion in my battles,

Keep my heart safe on the path:

that he does not bargain with sin,

so that he doesn’t get used to being away,

that does not settle for merely surviving

when he is called to Life.

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit:

God who never fails,

God who sustains,

God who waits without humiliating,

God who forgives without growing weary,

God who loves first.

Make my soul an answer,

Not perfect, but sincere:

an everyday “here I am”,

a constant return,

a worship without theater.

Because my salvation does not come from my own strength,

but of your Love that precedes me.

And if I return today —again—

It’s not because I’m big,

but because You are good

and Maria leads me

on the safe path

until your open heart.