In the ashen gray of the afternoon,
and while blasphemy crackled,
the eternal and tender Hand chiseled
a Title that still burns in my veins.
The humblest boast of maternal love,
that Title resounded in my soul,
while your fingertip, Girl, caressed,
forgiving, my cowardly pallor.
When life already slips away from me,
if a pain lacerates my soul,
¡that ancient Title smiles at me!,
and from the twilight in my clumsy hour,
your Title invites me to trust,
in You, ¡because you are my Co-Redemptrix!
Mons. Alberto José González Chaves