By Deacon(Shamasha)
Lewis Mansoor Nissan
“Hail Mary” said “the Angel, and with
this salutation,
All the
world obtained hope and fullness of peace.
Just like the Angel, humans repeat this same
salutation,
To get for themselves through Mary complete
peace.
The Angel continued “full of Grace” of
God in the Heist,
To be to Jesus, the mother immaculate without
any sin.
Christians, imitating the Angel, praise through
their mouths,
That same Grace that was bestowed to Mary to
become a Mother.
“Lord is with you” became the chant of
the Angel from the heist,
When he stood with fear and astonishment to give
the mother the glad tidings.
And we, the poor, whom we had mercy through the
Heist Child,
Join Gabriel in this chant.
“Blessed are you among women” sang the
Angel and repeated her Aunt,
For the Lord removed Eve’s curse through The
Virgin Mary,
And through Mary all females earned the name
‘blessed’,
We are obliged to offer blessings to the Blessed
Mother.
Joy engulfed Elizabeth when she saw the Girl,
The Spirit beckoned to the older woman to cry
out with joy,
“blessed is
the fruit of your womb” Jesus the Word.
To Him we kneel, and offer blessings to The
Virgin.
“Holy Mary” I scream with full voice and
a clean heart,
For Her to listen to
my cries, I the poor and sinner.
I don’t have any other harbour to look to,
Except my mother, The Virgin Mary, the harbour
of hope.
How and why I shouldn’t run to her and ask her
help,
When God chose His dwelling in her womb?
O “Mother of God” ask your Son to bestow
love,
And have mercy on me the miserable and full of
sins.
She is the mother of God of all, the spring of
life,
Mother’s request to her Son is a hope for the
miserable,
And I the spring of evil and filthy sins,
Have no other means but to go towards her, the
mother of life.
Our sins forbid us to reach for the Light of the
world,
The familiarity we have to you, o our Mother of
Mercy,
“Pray for us” to your Son the Light and
Treasure of Mercy,
At your hands that He may give mercy to us poor.
“Now”, o our mother, while we live in the
passing world,
Our feeble nature needs mercy as much as
possible,
From the treasury of your Son, and to banish all
that hinders,
Us to participate in the Sacrament where Jesus
lives.
When we reach the point to depart “at the
hour of death”,
In that road deliver us from the stiff evil,
Let your prayer be our companion for help,
May, by its strength, we become eligible for the
Heavenly blessing.
“Amen” o Lord we thank you without
cessation,
You are our Lord and Redeemer we cry out with
jubilation,
By the intercession of your Mother the Blessed,
let the faithful,
Rest with the pious at the Blessed Heaven.
Sydney,
Australia.