A paraphrase of a spontaneous prayer I prayed yesterday in front of the Marian votive candles.
Blessed Mary, you appeared to St. Juan Diego as the Virgin of Guadalupe on the hill of Tepeyac. Look upon my barren and wintry hill of a heart and cause sweet roses of love to bloom. Help me to gather them up and by doing so, imprint your image into my very being, so that I may point others to Jesus Christ through you. Amen.